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PSALMS  of  DA^ID* 

Imitated  in  the  Language  oft&e 

New  Testament. 

PSALM  .,  h     C&mmofrMeizc* 
The  way  and  end  ef  tbi  righteous  and  the  wicked* 

JTJ-,    Wher^ finoers  love  to  meet ; 
Who  felrs  to  t$tfd  their  wicked  way;?. 
And  hates  the^&offer's  feat: 

2.  Btu  in  the  flatu%of  the-Lo&b 
His  plaeed  his  cfrfef Relight; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
Anfi ^meditates  by  night, 

3.  [He'tike  a  pladf^f  gen'rous  kind, 
By  living -.water* We r, 

Safe  from  the  ftoraosa^ blading  wind 
Enpys  a  peaceful  (late.  }^~~— * 

4.  Green  as  the  leaf  and  ever  fair, 


4 


PSALM      I 


Shall  his  profefllon  fhine, 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 

Like  clutters  on  the  vine. 

5.  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft  ; 
What  vain  deligns  they  form  ! 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dult, 
Or  chaff  before  the  ftorm. 

6.  Sinners  in  judgement  {hall  not  (land 
Amongft  the  fons  of  grace, 

When  Christ  the  judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

7.  His  eye  beholds  the  Path  they  tread  j 
His  heart  approves  it  well  ; 

But  crooked  ways  of  finners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

P  S  A- L  M    I.       Short  Metre. 
The  Scant  happy  r  the  Sinner  mifirabfa 

HE  man  is  ever  bleft 

Who  (buns  the  finaers  ways, 
Among  their  counfels  never  ftands, 
Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place. 

2.  But  makes  the  law  of  God 
H  sftudf  and  delight, 

Amidft  the  labors  of  the  day, 

And  watches  of  the  night.  , 

3.  He  like  a  tree  (hall  thrive, 
With  waters  near  the"  r#ot  •, 

Fre(h  as  the  leaf  his  name  (hail  live  ; 
His  works  are  heav'nty  fruic. 

a.  Not 


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P    S    A    L    M      J.  5. 

^  Not  fo  the  ungodly  race. 

They  nofach  bleffings  find  : 
Their  hopes  fhaii  flee,  like  empty  chaff 

Before  the  drivng  wind. 
5.   Ho^v  will  they  bear  to  (land 

Before  that  judgement- feat 
^Where  all  the  faints  at  Christ's  right  hand   • 

In  full  afiVmbly  meet  ? 
6t  He  knows,  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go  •, 
But  finners  and  their  works  fhall  meet 

A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM     L     Long  Metre, 

*£ be  differ $nce  between  the  righteous  and  the  wicked* 

TLJAPPY  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet 
*• -*-  Shun  the  broad  way  that  Tinners  gp% 
Who  hates  the  place  where  athiefts  meer5 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoffers  do. 

2.  He  loves  t'employ  his  rmrnmg-l;:/' 
AmoTngft  the  ftatutesof  the  Lord  -, 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night; 
With  pieafure  pondsrmg  o'er  his  word, 

3.  He  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ft  earns 
Slull  flourifh  in  inamortal  green  j 

Aid  heaven  will  fiiine  with  kindeft  ■■beatns 

On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

4-.  But  fi'iners  find  their  counfels  croft;'' * 

As  chah^'efore  the  teYnpeft' fires, 

Si  fhiilntheir  hipe*  be  blown-  and  loft, 

%[hfa  the  Ulrtrumpet Thames  the  Ikies, 


6  PSALM    II. 

5.  In  vain  the  rebel  fecks  to  ftand  A 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  race  ; 

The  dreadful  Judge  with  Hern  command 
Divides  him  to  a 'different  place. 

6.  "  Strait  is  tfceway  my  faints  have  trod, 
"  I  bleftthepath  and  drew  it  plain; 

"  But  you  would  choofe  the  crooked  road, 
*l  And  down  it  leads' to  endlefs  pain." 

PSALM      II.     Short  Metre. 
Tranflatcd  according  to  the  divine  pattern, 

AEls   iv.    24,  65V. 
Christ  dyings   rifmg%   interceding  and  reigning. 
[i»  jyjAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord 

Of  heav'n  ancf  earth  and  feas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thv  decrees. 

2.  The  things  fo  long  foretold 
By  David,  arefulfill'd, 

When  Jews  and    Gentiles  join'd  to  (lay, 
Jesus  thine  holy  Child.] 

3.  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 
And  Jews  with  one  accord 

Bend  all  their  Counfels  todeftroy! 
Th'  anointed  of  the  Lo%d  ? 

4.  Rulers  and  kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 

Againft  the  Lord  their  Pow'rs  unite, 
Againft  his  Christ  they  Join. 

5.  The  Lord  derides  thier  rage,     - 


i 


PSALM      II. 

fck  And  willfupport  his  throne  ; 
I  He  that  hath  rais'd  hira  from  the  dead, 
Hath  own?d  him  for  his  Son. 

6.  Now  he's  afcended  high, 
And  afks  to  rule  the  earth  • 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  plead*/5 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth, 

7.  He  afks,  atfd  God  befits' 
A  large  inheritance ; 

Far  as  the  world's  remoteft  ends 
His  kingdom  fLail   advance. 

8.  The  nations  that  rebel, 
Muft  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 

He'll  vindicate  thofe  honors  well 
Which  he  receiv'oWYom  Gob. 

9.  I  Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 
And  worftiip  at  his  throne  ; 

With' trembling  joy/ye  people,  bow 

To  Gcd's  exalted  Son. 
jo.  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 

Ye  perifh  on  the  place  ; 
Then  blefTed  is  the  foul  that  flies 

For  refuge  to  his  grace,] 

PSALM     II.    Common  Met 
*•  \y HY  did  thi  nations  join  to  flay 
The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  the/  caft  his  laws  away, 

/ind  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 
2.  The  Lord  that  fits  above  the  fkie.?, 
perides  their  rage  below  $ 


PSALM      II. 

H*  (peaks  with  vengeance  in  fus  eyes/"         M 

And  llrikes  their  fpirits  through, 
?,  fc5  I  call  him  my  eternal  Tot, 
4;  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  ; 
**  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
v  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 
4-   ("   Aik  me,  my  Son  and  then  enjoy 

'*  The  ntmoft  heathen  lands  : 
1  Thy  rod  of  iron  fhall  defttoy 
Tl:r  rebel  that  wuhftarids." 
Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth 
Obey  th?  anointed  Load  t 

re  the  King  of  ktxv'tiiy  birth, 
And  tremble  at  hi?  word, 
•->.   With  humble  love  addrefs  his  thrcn.e; 

For  if  he  frown  yc  die  : 
Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 
Who  on  his  grace  rely, 

PSALM     II.     Long  Metre, 

Christ's  death,  nfurjeUion  and  afcerijjbn, 

i.^/'HY  did  the  Jews  [Aroch;m  their  rage, 

The  Romans  why  their  fiords  employ 
Atrainftthe  Lord  their  powers  engage, 

dear  anointed  todeftr^r 
?..  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay, 
<t  This  rhin  (hall  never  e,ive  us  laws  \ 
And  thus  they  cafi:  his  yoke  away, 
And  naiiM  the  monarch  to  the  crofs. 
|.  Bat  God  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 

pride,  their  rage  eontruds  ; 


PSALM      II.  9 

fcje'll  vex*their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
Ptnd  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  (ouls. 

4.  "  I  will  maintain  the  king  I  made 
"  On  Zion's  everiafting  hill  ; 

"  My  hand  (hall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 
"  And  he  (hall  lland  your  fo.v'reign  frill." 

5.  [Bis  woad'rous  rifug  from  the  earth, 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  : 
The  Loud  declares  his  heav'nly  birth, 
"  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Soq. 

6.  "   Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 
"  There  thou  (halt  afk,  and  I  bellow 

u  The  utmoft  bounds  of  heathen  lands; 
"  To  thee  the  northern  idea  fhali  bow." J 

7.  But  nations  that  refill  his  Grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  iron  ftrqfcs  $ 
His  rod  (hall  crufli  his  Foes  with  eafe, 
As  potters  earthen  work  is  broke. 

Pause 

8.  Now,  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 
Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord  the  Lamb*; 
Now  at  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns; 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9.  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  fie  grow  angr^and  ye  die ; 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
If  ye  provoke  his  jealou fy. 

10.  His  florms  (hall  drive  you  quick  to  hell : 
He  "S  a  God,  and  ye  but  dud  : 

Happy  the  fouls  that  know  him  well, 

And  make  his  grace  their  only  trull.  PSALM 


io  PSALM      III, 


PSALM     III.  Common  Metre.  M 


Doubts  and  fears  fzppreft  ;  or  Gcd   our  'defence 
frcm  6in  and  Satan. 

r*jM^  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  ! 
•  How  faft  my  foes  encreafe  ! 
,  CoBfpiring  my  etercal  death, 
They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

2.  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 
There's  no  relief  in  beav'n  : 

And  all  my  fwelling  fins  appear 
To:*  big  to  be  forgiv*n. 

3.  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  ftreogth. 
Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 

Shalt  filenc«  all  my  threatning  guilt, 
And  rs*fe  my  drooping  head. 

4.  [I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 
He  bow'd  alirVning  ear  : 

I  call'd  my  Father  and  my  Gob, 
And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5.  He  died  fife  fiumbcrs  on  mine  eye«, 
In  fpite  of  all  my  foes ; 

I  *woke,  and  wonde  *d  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6.  What  tho'  the  hafts  ofjdcath  and  hell, 
All  2rrn'd  againft  me  flood, 

Terrors  no  more  fhall  lhake  my  foul ; 
My  refuge  is  in  God. 

7.  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grate, 
While  I  thy  glory  fing  : 

My  God   has  broke  the  Serpent's  teeth, 
,  And  Death  has  loft  his  Ring.  8,  Salv* 


PSALM      IV. 


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g.  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs; 
His  arm  a'one  can  fave  : 
Icflings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave, 

PSALM  III.   1^5,   8.   Long  Metre. 
A  Morning  P/alm. 

OLord,  how  many  are  my  foes, 
In  this  weak  (late  of  ftefh  and  blood  ! 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe  ; 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  Goo. 

2.  TVd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry : 
Thou  hearcPft  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  Almighty  help  was  righ. 

3.  Supported  by  thy  heavily  aid, 
I  laid  me  down  and  flept  fecure  ; 

Not  death  fhould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  J  fhould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 
4..  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night  -, 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  ; 
He  rais'd  my  Head  to  fee  the  Light, 
And  makes  his  praife  my  morning  fong. 
PSALM    IV.  1,2,3,5,6,7  Long  Metre; 
Hearing  of  Prayer  ;  or  God    our  fort-ion,  and 
Christ  our  hope, 

\-  C^%  ^°D °^  graC€  aBC*  f%ft«teo®faefs 

\^J  Hrar  and  a  tend  when  I  *eapiain  : 
Thou  I  a'tenbrg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 
Sow  down  a  gracious  ear  again.  2,  Ye 


12  P    S     A     L     M      IV. 

2.  Yc  fons  of  men  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  fhame; 
How  long  will  feoffors  love  to  lie, 
Ard  dare  reproach  my  faviours  name  ? 

3.  Know^that  the  Lord  dividts  his  faints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide; 

He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents 

For  the  dear  fake  of  Christ  that dyrd. 

4.  When  our  obedient  hands  frave  done 
Athoufand  works  of  righteoufnefr, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 

And  glory  in  his  pardoning  grace. 

5.  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay^ 

"  Who  will  betrow  iome  earthly  good  ?"  ; 
But,  Lord,  thy  licht  and  love  Ve  pray, 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heavVij  food. 

6.  Then  fhall  my  chcarfnl  pow'rs  rejoice 
At  grace  and  fovors  fo  drvine  ; 

Nor  rcill  I  change  my  happy  choice, 
For  all  their  corn  and  air  their  wine. 

PSALM  IV.  3,-5,  8,    Common  Metre. 

An    Evening  Pfalm. 

i.T     O'RD,  thou  wilt  Hear  me  when  I  pray 

JL/     I  am  fo;  ever  thin#i 
I  tear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  da»e  to  fin. 
2.  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  bus'neft  free9 
*T»s  fweet  converfinp  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 


T    3    A    L    M      V,  ij 

3.  I  pay  this  ev'ning  facrifrxe  : 
And  when  my  »vork  i!»  clone, 

Great  God,  my  faith  and   hope  reliei 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4.  Thus,  with  my  tbo'ts  compos'd  to  peace 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep ; 

Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  (lumber*  keep, 

PSALM    V.     Common  Mer re; 
For  the  Lo r  d' s-  Day  Msrning. 

i.T  ORD,  in  the  Morning  thou  fhalt  hear 
•L/     My  voice  afcending  high  ; 

To  the  wll  I  direct;  my  pray'r, 
To  the  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2.  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 
T)  plead  for  all  his  Saints, 

Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3.  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 
Tie  wicked  (hall  not  ftand ; 

Shines  (Kill  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4.  But  to  thy    houfe  will  I  refort, 
To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  \ 

I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worffvp  in  thy  few* 

5.  O  may  thy  fpiric  guide  my  feer, 
In  wavs  of  righteoufnefs  ! 

Make  evVy  path  of  duty  ftrai^ht 
And  plain  before  mv  face. 

B  TausiS 


M 


PSALM      VI. 


P      A      V      S      B# 

6.  M/  watchful  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  feet  aftray  ; 

Xhey  flatter  with  a  bale  defign 
Tom  ke  my  foul  ther  prey* 

7.  Lord,  csuUi  the  ferpent  in.  the  duft; 
And  all  nis  plots  deftroy  j 

While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  truft 
Forever  (hout  for  joy. 

8.  The  men  that  Jove  and  fear  thy  name 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fu'fih'dy  ' 

The  m  ghty  God  will  compais  them 
With  favor  as  a  (held. 

PSALM    VI.    Common   Metre; 

Complaint  in  Sicknefi  ;  or  Defeafes  htaltL 

i,|N  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not ; 

X     Withdraw  tny  dreadful  ftorm  > 
Nor  let  thy  fury  grow  fo  hot 

Againft  afceble  worm. 
%t  My  foul's  bow'd  down  with  heavy  caresi 

My  fleih  with  pain    opprcft  ; 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 

My  tears  forb  d  my'reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days  j 
I  wafle  the  night  wi'r'h  cries, 

Counting  the  mi'  utes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  fl  >w  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  ttill  tormented  mnre  ? 
My  eyes  cenfum'd  with  grcf  ? 

How  Ions,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thine  haadafTgicla  jclief  ?  5.  Hej 


PSA    L    M      VU  v  *5 

5.  He  hears  when  dud  and  afhes  fp »ak, 

He  pities  al!  cur  groans, 
Hefavesus  fo'h.s  mercy's  fake, 

And  heals  our  broken  bones. 
$.  The  virtue,  of  his.  fpv.Vcign  word 

Refto  es  oar  fainting  breath  : 
For  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Load* 

Nor  is  he  known  in  death, 

PSA  L  M    YI.    Long  Metre; 

Tempt athns  in  Sicknefs  tvsrewe, 

f  ORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

f  When  thou  withkindnefs  doft  chaftife  £ 
Bqt  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife. 

2.  Pity  my  languishing  cftate,. 
And  eafe  the  forrows  , that  {'feel  i 

>The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heaL 

3.  See  haw  1  pafs.rqy  weary  days 

In  fighs  and  groans;  and  when  ,tis  night,' 

My  bad  is  wate'd  with  my  tears  : 

My  grief  confumes,  and  dims  my  ftghr. 

4.  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  I 
Kow  long,  A' mighty  Gqp,  how  long  ? 
Wh&i  fhall  thine  h^ur  of  grace  return  ?• 
When  (hall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

5.  I  feel  my  fie(h  fonear  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  11 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord., 
For  ail  is  dud  and  fiieacc  there* 

6.  Depart; 


*e  PSALM      VII. 

6.  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul  -$ 
And  all  despairing  thought  depart : 
My  God,  whohca-s  my  humble  moan, 
>VilJeafe  my  fltlfa  andchcar  r.iy  heart. 

PSALM    VIL    Common  Metre; 

GodV  care  *f  bis  People  t  and  Ptmfhmext  »j 

Perfuutors. 
I.  J^jY  trufl:  is  in  my  Keav'nly  friend ; 
My  hope  in   thee,   my  Got>  j 
Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 

From  thofe  that  feekmy  blood. 
2. ;With  infolence  and  fury  they 

My  foul  rn  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  their  pray, 

When  no  deliverer's  near. 
'3.  If  I  had  e'er  provok'd  them  firft, 

Of  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  him  trefcd  my  life  ro  duft, 

And  lay  mine  honor  low. 

4.  If  there  be  malice  hid  in  me, 
I  know  thy   piercing  eyes'* 

I  fbould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
g^Notaflc  my   Gob  to  rife. 

5.  Arifc,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 
Their  pude  and  powV  controul ; 

Awake  to  judgme'nr,  and  command 
DehVrance  for  my  foul. 

P       A       U       t       £. 

6.  [Let  5n.Rers.and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled   to  the  dud*  Shall 


PSALM     VIII.  ij 

Shall  not  theGnd  of  truth  engage 
To  vind  cvt    the  Juft  \ 

7.  He  knows  the  heart,  hetrys  ths  reias* 
He  will  defend  the  upright  ♦, 

Hs  fturpeft  arrows  heordatns 
A  *a  aft  the  fons  of  fp'ght. 

8.  For  me  the;r  malice  digg'd  a  pl^ 
But  there  themfelves  are  caft  -% 

My  God  makes  ail  their  mifchief  light 
On  their  own  heads  at  laft,] 

9.  That  cruel  ps r fee u ting  race 
Mad  feel  his  dreadful  fr/ordj 

Awake,  my  foul,  and  pra;fe  the  grace 
And  juibce   of -the  Lord. 
PSALM    VIH.     Short  Metre, 

God'*   Sovereignty  and  Goodnefs  %    and  Modi 
Dwimn  over  the.  Creatures* 

OLQRD,  our  heav'niy  K<ng3 
Tny  nime  is  all  divine: 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  a-e  fpread3 

And  o'er  the  heav'ns  ihey  ftyne. 
&;  W«>en  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raife  my  wondVing  eves, 
And  fee  the  imnn  comp'eaf  In  light, 

Acbrn  the  darkf>rne  fkes  •; 
3    When  I  fu-.vey  the  Sfars, 

And  all  their  fh-iaing  forms, 
Lo*d,  whar  is  man,  th3i  worthlefs  thing,' 

AVn  to  duft  and  worms  ? 
4.   L">ro    whit    is   worrhlefs    man, 

Tiut  thou  fhouldft  love  hioi  &  i        Next 

—  --TTTFTTTUlinim       F     ?       ■       ■■ 


W  PSALM      VIIL 

Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
And  Lord  of  ail  below, 

5.  Thiae  honors  crown  his  head,. 
While  beaftslike  (laves  obey, 

And  bids  hat  cut  the  air  with  wing$» 
And  fim  that  cleave  the  Tea. 

6.  How  rich  thy  bcun;ies  sre  I 
And    wond'rous   a^e   thy  ways  : 

Of  duft  and  wtrms  thy  power  atnfnirae- 
A  monument  otp<aife. 

7.  [Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes 
And  Sicklings  thou  caVftdraw 

Surpnfmg  honors,  to  rhy  n2me, 

And  ftnke  the  wo  id  with  awe, 
3.  O  Loud,  our  heav'nfy  Kjng> 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  : 
Thy  giorirs  rou-nd  the  earth  are  fpreac?^ 

And  o'er  the  hfav'ns  they  fhine.] 

P  S  A  L  M     VUT.     Common  Metre; 

Curix'j  Condefcevfion  and  GUrificatictiy  or  Gc^ 

made  Ma:i, 

*'0  ^ORD  °®r  God,  how  wondrous- great 

Is  thine   exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  chy  heavily  (hie 

Let  men  and  babes  proclaim* 
£.  When  I  behold  thy  works  oohJghv 

The  moon  that  rules  the  nighr, 
And  ftars  that  wcil  adorn  the  fky* 

Thole  moving  worlds  of  light  : 
3.  LoRr>,   wh3tis  man,  or  all  his  race, 
:.    Who  dwells  fo  far  below,  Tlu* 


psalm    vnr, 

That  thou  (houldft  viik  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo. 

4.  That  thine  eternal  Son- (houkl  bea* 
To  take  a  marts!  form, 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm  ? 

5.  [Yec  '*hile  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 
And  men  wculd  not  adore, 

Th*  obedient  Teas  and  fifof  s  own 
His  G;d-head  and  his  pow'r. 

6.  The  waves  lay  fp^ead  beneath  his  feef> 
And  fiih  at  his  command, 

Bring  their  Urge  (hoals  to  Peter's.  nef> 
And  tribute  to  his  han<J. 

7.  Tnefe  leffer  glories  of  the  Son* 
S  o  i e  f.h r o*  t  he  flclhly  cloud  ; 

Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne^ 
And  men  confefs  him  God.]. 

8.  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  majefty^ 
WhobowM  hs  head  to.death,; 

And  be  his  honcrs  founded  high, 
Bv  all  things  that  have -breath. 

9.  Jesus  our  Lo&3,  how  woadrcus  grcas 
is  thine   c£ai  ed  name  ! 

The  glories  or  thy  heav'njy  £U*e- 
Ler  the  who'e  earth  proclaim. 
PSALM    VI H.  Ver.  1,  z.  Parapjbras% 

Fir.st  Part.      Long  Metre. 
the  ttofama  of  the  Cbildn*-\  or,  Infant  prcif- 
ing  GO  D. 

ALM1GHT*  ruler  ot  t!«  ftiw,. 
Thro'  the  wide  birth  thy  name  is  fprea.d^ 


to  PSALM      VIII. 

A  vi  th'ne  eternal  &!orics  rife 

O'er  a'l  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made* 

2.  To  ib c. voices  of  the  young 
A  monument  of  honor  raife  ; 

Aid  babes  with  uninftructcd  tongues 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3.  Thy  power  a  Aids  their  tender  age: 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  (lit!  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  pol  cies  confound. 

4.  Cldren  amidft  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  threat  Redeemer's  face  ; 
The  Son  of  David  js  their  feng, 
Aod  young  Hofannas  fi  \  the  place. 

5.  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  prieSi 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring; 
Revenge  fits  f>lent  \n  their  breads, 
While  Jewifti.  babes  proclaim  their  king.* 

F  S  A  L  M  VIII.  Ver.   3,  tfc.  Varapbrati, 
Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Adam  and  Christ  Lords  of  the  old  and  new 
Creation. 

*'LO.ED,  w^at  wqs  !^3n  when  made  atfirft, 

Adam  the  offspring  0*  the  duft, 
That  thou  fhould'it  fetrrm  ar.d  his  race 
Bur  juft  below  an  Angel's  place  ! 
2.  T*at  thou  fhbuki'ft  rate  his  na'ure  fo7 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below  ? 
Make  ev'ry  beaft  and  bird  fubmir, 
And  lay  the  fiihe*  at  his  feet  i  3.  But 


PSALM      DC  u! 


v 


3~  But  O  what  brighter  glories  waic 
To  crown  the  fecund  Adam's  (late  ! 
What  hondrs  flaail  thy  Son  adorn,  £ 

Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4.  See  him  below  his  angels  made, 
Sec  rnra  in  duft  among  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  : 
But  he  (hall  reign  witji  paw'r  divine* 

5.  The  world  to  come  redeern'd  from  all 
The  misYies  that  attend'the  fall, 

New  m*de  and  glorious  fhall  fubrait 
At  our  exalted  Saviour'i  feet. 

PSALM  IX.  Firft  Tart.  Commqa  Metre, 

Wrath  md  Mercy  front  tie  Judgment -Seat. 
TIlflTH  my  whole  heart  1*11  raife  my  fong, 

Thy  wonders  Til  proclaim ; 
Thou,  Sev'reign  judge  of  right  and  wrongs 

Wilt  put  my  foes  to  (ham?. 
2.  I'll  fiag  thy  majefty  and  grace; 

Mf-GoD  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs^ 

And  make  his  vengeance  known, 
j.  Then  (hill  th;  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  oppreft  •, 
To  fave  tfee  people  of  his  love, 

And  give  the  weary  reft* 
4.  The  nun  that  know  thy  name  will  truft; 

In  thy  abundant  grace  j 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  ]\i% 

WUo  humbly  fought  thy  face.  &.$*& 


a2  P    S    A    L    M      IX. 

5.  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Z\on%a  hillt 
Who  executes  his  threatntng  word. 

And  doth  his  grace  fulfil. 

P  $  A  L  M   IX.  Ver.    12. 
First  Part,    Common  Metre. 
■    F  ?ht  fVifdcm  ar<d  Equity  of  Providers, 

W^N  the  great  Judge  fuprcme  and  ju$ 

rShall  once  enquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  duft 
Shall  find  a  faithful  Goo. 

2.  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  dea.iV 
Does  hts  own  children  raife: 

In  Z  onS  gates  wkh  chea  fo*  breath 
They  fing  their  Farhcr's  praise. 

3.  His  foes  fcalliali  with  hcedlefs  feet 
Iato  the  pic  they  made  ; 

And  Goners  per  fri  in  the  net, 
That  their  own  hands,  had  fpread. 

4.  Thus  by  thy  judgments  mighty  Goi>i 
Are  thy  deep  connfels  fcnnwn ; 

When  mm  of  mifcbief  are  deflroy'd, 
Tne  iqare  myft  be  their  owii, 

P     a    -u     a     Zm 

5.  The  wicked  fh MCmk  down  to  holl  ; 
Tny  wrath  devour  the  lands  ' 

T  acdare  forget  thee,   or  rebel 
A  'amfl  thy  known   commands. 

6.  The/  hints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought. 
And  wait,  and  long  complain,  Their 


F    S    A    L    M      X 


*3 


Their  ones  (haH  net  be  nil!  fcrgot, 
Nor  (hail  their  hope*  be  van. 

7,  | Rife,  great  Redeemer,   from  thy  fear,. 
To  judge  an  j   fcvc  the  poor; 

Let  na  ion^  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
Aid  rnin  preva  I  no  Rtofe 

8.  Thy  thunders  ftull  afTight  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 

Mnke  them  confefs  that  thou  art  Gov, 
And  they  but  feeble  men. 

P  5  A  L  M    X.     Common  Metre;. 

Erayer  hear d>  ; and  Saints  faved  \    or.  Pride 

jtibeijm,  and  Oppreffion,  punijhtd. 

For  a  Humiliation  Day, 

1*  WHY  doth  the  Lord  ftjftg  off  fo  far, 

And  why  conceal  hs  face, 
When  great  calam  ties  arpear, 

And  times  of  deep  dift  efs  ? 
a.  Lord,  (hall  the  w.cfeed  ftill  deride 

Thy  juft'ce  and  thy  pow'r  f 
Shall  they  advance  the  r  heads  in  pride, 

And  ftill  thy  faints  devour  ?. 
3.  They  put  thy  judgements  from  their  light, 

And  then  infuk  the  poir; 
They  b^ft  «n  the  r  exalted  height, 

That  they  (hall  fall  no  more. 
4«  Anlc,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand  5 

A  tend  onr  humhlt  <ry  : 
No  er.em?  (hail  dae  to  f  and, 

jiVher>GoD  afeends  on  high.  Pause 

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34  V    S  .  A    L    M      XL 

I* 

P      A      V      3      I, 

£.  Why  66  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  fiy  with  foolifh  pride, 
•*  The  Go£  of  heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 

"  To  fight  on  Zion's  fide." 

6.  But  thou  forever  art  our  Lord  j 
And  pow'rful  is  thins  hand  ; 

As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy  fword, 
And  perifii'd  from  thy  land. 

7.  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray 
And  caufe  thine,  ears  .to  hear; 

He  hearts  what  his  children  fay, 

Ard  f tits  the  world  in  fear.  Ik 

S.  Ptuud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprtfs, 
No  more  defpiie  the  juft  ; 

And  mighty  finners  fhall   co&fefs, 
They  arc  but  earth  andduft. 

PSALM     XT.     Long  Metre.'       * 
God  1cv:s  the  Righteous,  and  bates  the  Wicked* 

r  jMP^  rc^Se  *s  tne  God  of  love  i 

Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
"  Fly  l»ke  a  tim*»6us,  trembling  dove  ; 
"  To  diftant  woods  and  mountains  fiy.'! 

2.  Ifgoverrment  be  all  deft roy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  makejufiice  void, 
Where  fhall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs  ? 

3.  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fiVd  his  throne; 
His  e '  es  furvey  tvie  world  be!  w  : 

To  h.m  all  mortal  tbirtgj  arfkn-n\n-f 

his  eyelids  fearch  our  fpints  ih,u*.  4.  If 


PSALM      XII  8, 

4.  If  he  afHi&s  his  faints  Co  far, 
To   prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  be  d  tranigrefTors  fear  ? 
His  very  f  juI  abh  rs  their  ways. 

5.  Onimpious    wretches  he   fhall  rakj 
Ternpeits  of  brimftone,  fire  and  death. 
Such  as  he  kindiid  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom,  with    his   angry  breath. 

6.  The  rignteous  Lord  loves  righte  us  fouls^ 
Whofc ".thoughts  and  a&ions  are  fifteen:  j 
And  with    a  .gracious  eye.  .beholds 
The  men  that;  his  own'  image  bear. 

PSALM    XII.  Long  Metre. 
Tie  Saint's  Safety  and  Hope  in  evil  Times  ;  or,    j 

Shis  of  the   "Tongue   complained  of9   namely. 
.     Blafpbmy,  Faijhood,  &c. 

1.  T    ORD,  if  thou  d oft  not  foon  appear, 
JL/  Virtue  and  truth  will  fly  avray  j 

AJakh'ul  man  amongft  as  h?re 
Will  force  be  found  if  thcu  delay. 

2.  The  whole  difcourfe  when  neighbours  meet 
Is  fiil'd  wi  h  trifles  Icofe  and  vain  j 
Their  lips,  are  flae'ry  and  deceit, 
And  their  proud  language  is  profane; 

3.  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  ; 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flatt'ring  and.blafpherning  tongue. 

4.  "  Yet  (ball  our  words  be  free,  they  cry  ^ 
It  Our  tongue  fhall  be  controul'd  by  none  \ 

9  11  Where 


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*£  PSALM       XII. 

••  Where  is  the  Lord  will  affc  us  why  ? 
«'  Or  fay,  our  lips  are  not  our  own  ? 

5.  The  Lokd,  who  fees  the  poor  oppreft, 
And  hears  the  opprcffor's  haughty  drain. 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 

Nor  fhall  chey  truft  his  word  in  v.in. 

6,  Thy  word,  O  Lord,   tho*  often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  (hall  (till  appear ; 

Not   filver  fcv'n  times  purify'd 
From  drols  and  mixture  mines  fo  clear. 
7*  Thy  grace  mall  in  thedarkeft  hour 
Defend  the  holy   foul  from  harm  : 
Tho*  when  the  vileft  men  have  pow'r, 
On  ev*ry  fide  will  finners  fwarm. 

PSALM     XII.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  a  general  Corruption  of  Manners^ 
or,  tie  Promije  and  Sign  of  Chrifl' s  coming 
to  Judgment. 

i,  TTELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 

li.     Religion    lofes  ground  j 
The  fons  of  violence  prevail. 

And  treacheries  abound. 

2.  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  breaks 
Yet  a&  the  flatter'rs  part  : 

[With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3.  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 
How  is  their  fury  ftirr'd ! 

I1  Are  not  our  lips  our  own  ?  they  cry; 
"  And  who  mail  be  our  Lord  ?" 

4.  Scoffers 


PSALM      XH.  a; 

4.  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fiJ?, 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  co  feats  of  pow'r  and  p  ide, 

And  bear  cbe  fword  in  vain. 


5.  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound^ 
And  blafphemy  grows  bold  ; 

When  fakh  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold. 

6.  Is  not  thy  chariot  haft'ning  en  ? 
Haft  thou  not  giv'n  the  fign  ? 

May  we  not  ciuft-and  live  upon 
A  promife  To  divine  & 

7.  M  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife*, 
"  And  make  oprreflbrs  flee  1 

I?  I  mall  appear  to  their  furprife, 

w  And  fct  my  fer.vants  free." 
§f  Thy  word  like  Hlver,  fev'n  times  tryM, 

Thro*  ages  foall  endure  ; 
The  men  that  in  thy   truth  confide, 

Shall  End  their  promife  furs, 

PSA  L  M    XIII.     Long  Metre. 

Pleading  with  God  under  Defer  (ion  $  or,  Hope 
in  Darknefs. 

i.  £J0W  long,  O  Lord,  (hall  I  complain; 
Like  one  that  feck's  his  God  in  vain  ? 
Canft  thou  thy  face  forever  hide  I 
And  I  ftiU  pray,  and   be  deny'd  I 
2.  Shall  I  forever  be  forgot, 
As  one  whom  thou  regarded  not  I  Still 

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23  PSALM    XIH. 

Still  ftiail  my  feul  thine  abfenre  mourn; 
And   ftill  dt-fpair  of  thy  return. 
3.   How  long  mail  my  poor  trtuhled  bfeaft: 
Be  with  thefe    anxiocs  thoughts  cppre(s*d  ?  ' 
And  Satan,  my  malicious  fee, 
Rejoice  to  fee  me  funk  fo  low  ? 
,4.  Hear,   Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 
Before  my   death  conclude  my  grief  j 
I:  thou  with  hold  thy  heav'nly  light, 
I  fteep  in  trerlafting  night. 

5.  Howwillthepow'rsof  darknefs  boaft, 
¥  but  one   praying  fculbe  loft  ? 

But  I  have  trufted  in  thy  grace. 
And  fhall  again,  behold  thy  face. 

6.  Whate'er  my  fears  or  foes  iuggeft, 
Thou  art  my  hepe,  my  joy,  my^reft  : 
My  heart  (hall  feel  thy  love,  and  raile 
My  chearful  voice  to  fengs  ofpmfe. 

PSALM     Xlll.   Common  Metre. 

Complaint  under  Temptations  of  the  BtviU 
j.  I-JOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face,. 

My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
Whea   ftiall  I   feel   thofe  heav'nly  ra)S 

That  chafe   my  feirs.away  I 
2.  How  long  (hall  my  poor  labeling  foul 

Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  qontroul, 

And  eafe  my  ragir  g 
2.  See   how  the  Pn^ce  of  Darknefs  tries 

Ail  hi*  oui'cLu*  ar  He 


psalm    X\Y.  2$ 

He  fpreads  a  mift  around  my  eyes, 

And  throws  his  Bery  darts. 
4*  Be  thou  my  fun,   be  thou    my  IhieM* 

My  foul  ia  dfety  keep  •, 
Make   hafte,   before  mine   eyes  are .leal'd 

In  death's  eternal  deep. 

5.  How  would  the  tempter  boafl  aloud, 
If  I  became  his  prey  I 

Behold,  the  fans  of  hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  fo  long  delay. 

6.  But  they   fball  fly  at  thy  rebuke* 
And  Satan  hide  his  head  % 

He  knaws  the  terrors  of  thy  took, 
And  bears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7.  Thou  wilt  dlfplay  that  iov'reign. 'grace 
Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung  & 

I  (hall  employ  my    lips  in  praife, 
And  vicYry  (hall  befung, 

P    SAL    M      XiV. 

First  Part.      Common  Metre. 

By  Nature  all  Mm  are  Sinners-. 

i.TpOOLS  ia  their  hearts  believe  and  hf 

JP      "  That  all  religion's  vain  t 
**  There  is   no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 

"  Or  minds  th'    altais  of  men.5' 
2.  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane* 

Corrupt  dilourfe  proceeds  \ 
And  in  their  imp'ous  hands  are   found 

Abominable  Deeds. 

.Ca  3,  Tte 


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SO  PSA   "L     M      XIV. 

3*  The  Lord    from   his  celeftial  throne 

Look'd    down    on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  (ought  his  grace, 

Or.did    his  juftics    kno\v; 
3.  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray  ; 

Their  practice  all  the  fame  , 
There's  none  that  fears  his  maker's  hand  j 

There's  none  thar  love's  his  name. 

5,  Their  cor  goes  are  us'd  to  (peak  deceit  j_ 
Their  (landers  never  ceafe  : 

How    fwift  to   mifchief   are   their  feet  1 
Nor  knows  the  paths  of  peace  ? 

6.  Such  feexis  of  fin    (that  outer  root) 
Iti  ev'ry  heart  are  found  % 

Nor  c#n  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
^  f Till  grace  refine  the  ground* 

P     S     A     L     M       XIV. 

Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 

The  Folly  of    Per f  actors. 

1.  l\  RE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown, 
jt\     That  they- the  faints  devour  ? 

And  never   wormip  at  thy   throne, 
Nor  fear    thine   awful  pow'r  ? 

2.  Great    God,  appear  to,  their  fufpri*e*j. 
Reveal  thy  dreadful  name; 

Let  them  no  more   thy    wrath  defpifc. 
Nor   turn  cur  hope  to  fhame.. 

3.  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  jjift  ? 
And  yet  our  foes  deride/    • 

Thas 


I 


PSALM      XV.  31 


That  we  fhould  make  thy  name  our  truft,; 

Great  God,  confound  their  p  ide, 
4,  O  that  the  joyful  day  was  come, 

T©   6ni(h  our  deftrefs  ! 
When  God  (hall  bring  his  children  honae* 

Our  fongs  (hall   never  ctafe. 

P  S  A  L  M     XV.     CommcnMetrc. 

CharaRer  of  *  Saint  \  or,  a  Citizen  of  Zicn  y. 

cr  the    Qualifications  of  a  Cbrijlian-, 

KWHO  dial]  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

Q    God  of   holinefs? 
Whom  will    the  Lord  admit  to  dwell,:. 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace? 

2.  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 
And    works,  with  righteous  hands  ;  . 

Th^t  truftshismaker's  promises, 
And  follows. his  commands. 

3.  He  fpeaks .  the  meaning  of  kh  heart  l^ 
Not  fianders^with  his  tongue  •, 

Will  fcarce  believe   an  ill  report, 

Nor  do   his   neighbour  wrong. 
4;  The  wea'thy  (inner  he  contemns. 

Loves  aU  that  feat  the  Lord  ; 
Ajid  tho'  to  his  own  hurt  he  (wears* 

Still  he.  performs  his    word. 
5.  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, . 

And    never  gripe    the  poor. 
This  man   (hall  dwell  with  GoD  on  earth, 

And  End  his  hcaV'ji  fecure. 

psal: 


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ji  PSALM  :/. 

PSALM    XV.    Long  Metre. 
Religion  and  Jujlice,  Goidnefs  and  Truth,  or, 
Duties  to  God  and  Man  \  or,  the  Qualifier 
tiens   cf  a  Qbriflian. 

\yHO  (hall   afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

Great  Gsd,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man    that  minds   religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks    with  Gcd  below. 

2.  WhoTe  hands  are  pure  whofe  heart  is  deap^ 
Whofc  lips  ftill  ipeak    the  things  they  meaa  \ 
No  0ander3  dcvtll  upon  his  tongue  \ 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3,  [Scarce    will  he  trull  a-n    ill  report 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbours  hurt  1 
Sinners  of  (late  he  can  defpife, 

But   faims   are  honer'd  in  his  eyes.] 
4,.  [Firm  to   his  word  he  ever  ftcod, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good  ? 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  frrearv 
Whatever  pain  or   fc>&  he  bears,] 
5..  [He  never  deals  in  biibing  gold  \ 
And  mourns  that  juftice  ftiould  be  fold  % 
While  others  gripe  and  grind  the  poor* 
Sweet  charity  attends   his  door.  ] 

6.  He  loves  h's  enemies,  and  prays 
For  thofe  that  curfc  him  to  his  face  •, 
And  doth  to  all  men  ftiil  the  fame 
That  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  them,  ' 

7.  Yet,  when  his  holicft  works  are  done, 
His  foul  depends  on  g  aes  alone  1 


3j  PSALM    XYL 

This  is  the   man  thy  face  (ball  fee,- 
And  dwell  forever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

PSALM  XVI.  Firjt  Part.  Long  Merre. 

ConfeJJiw  of  iur  Poverty*  and  Saints  the  beft 
Company  ?  or,  Good  Works  profit  Men%  not 
God. 

Preserve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need  5 
For  fuccour   to  thy  throne  I  flee  5 
But  have  no   merits  their  to  plead  s, 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2.  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confeft 
How  empty   and  how  poor  1  am  ; 
My  praife  can  never  make  thee  bleft,. 
Nor  add  new   glories  to  thy  name*, 

3.  Yet,  Lord  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  5 

Thefe  are  the  company- 1  keep, 
Thefe  are  the  choked  friends  I  know. 
tj..  Let  o;herschoofe  the. fans  of  mirth, 
Ifo  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine; 
I  love  the  mm  of  heavenly  birth, 
^Whoie  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

PSALM  XVI.  ;  Second  Part.  Long  Metre.;- 

Christ's  All  fufficiency. 

i.UOW  {aft  their  guilt  and  "fcrrows  rife, 

lX  Who  hade  to  feek  fame  idol  Gad  I  ' 
1  will  not  tade  their  frcrifice, 
Their  sftVings  of   forbidden  blood* 

2.  My 


PSALM     XVI.  u 

2.  My  God    provides  a  richer  cup, 
And    nobler  tood  to  live  upofl  \ 
He  for  my  life  has  offer'd  up, 
Jesus  his  bed  beloved  Son. 

3.  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feaft  \ 
By  <Jay  his  counfcls  guide  me  right  5 
And  be  his  name  forever  blcft 

Who  gives  me  Tweet  advice  by  night. 

4.  I  fet  him  ft  ill    before  mine  eyes  \ 
At  my  right    hand  he  (lands    prepared 
To  keep  my  foul    from  all   furpriie, 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

PSALM  XVI.  Third  Part,  Long  Metre, 

Courage  in  Death,  and  Hope  of  the  Rejurreftion 

"yyHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  flrong, 

His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  ; 
Be  glad,  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  Hem  (hill  reft  in  hope. 

2.  Tho'  in  theduft  Hay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  foul  forever  with  the   dead, 

Nor  lofe   thy.  children   in  the  grave. 

3.  My  flefh  mall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
Shake  of  the  duft,  and  rife  on  high  \ 
Then  male  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way, 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the   (ky. 

4.  There  ftreams  of  cndlefs  pleafure  flow  3 
And  full  difcoverics  cf  thy  grace, 

(Which 


35  PSALM      XVI. 

(Which  we  but  tafted  here  below) 
Spread  heav'nlyjoys  thro' all  the  place. 

PSALM     XVI.      i\ — j»; 

First  Part.    Common  Mttre. 

Support  and  Com f el  from  God,  without  Merit. 

SAVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  5  j 
In  thee  my  truft  I  place  5 
Tho'  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace. 

2.  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath,' 
The  feints  may  profit  by't ; 

The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
i-  The  men  of  my  delight. 

3.  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafte, 
And  worfhip  wood   or  (lone  5 

But  my  delightful  lot  is  caft 
Where  the  true  Goo  is  known." 

4.  His  hand  provides  my  conftant  food  i 
He  fills  my  daily  cup  : 

Much  am  I  pleas' d  with  prefent  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5.  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  5 
His  counfelsare  my  light: 

He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6.  My    foul  would  ail  her  thoughts  approve^ 
To  his  all- feeing   eye  -, 

Nor  death  nor  hell  tnv  hope  fhall  move, 
When  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh, 

PSALM. 


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gfi  PSALM      XVI. 

PSALM       XVI. 

Sicond  Part.     Common  Metre. 

*lbe  Death   and 'Rjurreftion  cf  Christ. 

"  T  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face. 

A      "  He  bears  my  courage  up  : 
"  My -heart  and  tongue  their  joy  exprefs, 

"My  fltih   fhall  reft  in  hope. 

2.  "  M^  fpirir,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
"  Where  fouls  departed  are; 

"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave; 
*'  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3.  "  Thou -wilt  reveal  the  path- of  life; 
"  And   raife  me  to  thy  throne  ; 

•*  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure   give, 
11  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown. 

4.  [Thus  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 
The  holy  David  fung ; 

Aad  providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic   tongue, 

5.  Jssrs,  whom  ev'ry  faint  adores; 
Was  crucjfy'd  and   flain  ; 

Behold,  the  ttmbf  it's   prey   reftores ! 
Behold  he  lives  again  1 

6.  When  fhall  my  feet  arife  and  ftand 
On  heav'ns  eternal  hills  ? 

There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  there-the  Father  fmiles.J 

PSALM 


PSALM      XVII.         37 

PSALM     XVII.  13,  GV.  Short  Metre: 

Portion  of  'Saints  and  Sinners  ;  or,  Hope  and 
Defpair  in  Death. 

1.  A  RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
x\     And  make  the  wicked  flee  : 

They  are  but  thy  chad  Ting  rod, 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

2.  Behold  the  (inner  dies  -, 
His  haughty  words  are  vain  ; 

Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  h  pain. 

3.  Then  tet  his  pride  advance, 
And  bead  of  all  his  ftore  \ 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  with"  no  more. 

4.  I  fhall  behold  the  f  -ice 
Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 

And.ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs.' 
Wafh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5.  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 
When  I  awake/from  death, 

Drejl  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath. 

PSA  L  M   XVII     Long- Metre; 
The    Sinner's    Portion,   and  Scint's   Hope  %   or, 

The  Heaven  of  fe per  ate  Souls ,  and  the  Refer- 

refill  on. 

LORD,  I  am  thine  :  But  thy  uilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patence,  and  my  love  ; 
When  men  of  fpiteagainft  me  join, 
They  are  thefword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

D  2.  Their 


38  PSALM      XVIIT. 

2    Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know, 
5Tis  all  they  feck  ;  they  take  their  (hares,' 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

3.  What  Tinners  value,  I  refign  •, 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  ait  mine  : 
I  (hall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And  (land  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 

4.  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  (how  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  fincere  ; 
When  (hall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5.  O  glorious  hour  !   O  bieft  abode  I 
I  (hall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ! 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  controui 
Theiacied  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6.  My  flefh  (hall  (lumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found; 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM    XVIII.    First  Part. 

Long  Metre.     Ver.  i,— 6,  15,— 18; 

Deliverance  from  Defpair  *  or,  Temptathxs  tveri 

come. 

THEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  (trength, 
My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence  j 
Thy  mighty  arm  (hall  be  my  trull, 
For  1  have  found  falvation  thence. 
«,  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  ms  with  their  difmal  (hade  1 
-  '  Whil' 


PSALM    XVIIL  $9 

While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3.  I  faw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 
WLh  cndlefs  pains  and  forrows  there  j 
Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell, 
While  I  was  hurry'd  todefpair, 

4.  In  my  diftrefs  I  caii'd  my  God, 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine  :. 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint  % 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  diviqe. 

5.  [With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  reliefs, 
As  on  a  cherub's  wiog  he  rode  ; 
Awful  and  bright  as  lightning  fhone^ 
The  face  of  my  dehVrer,  God. 

6.  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke* 
The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath  5    ' 
He  fent  fal I  vation  from  on  highr 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7.  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  ftrength,  and  more  their  rage^ 
But  Christ  my  Lord  is  conq'ror  ftiii, 

In  all  the  wars  that  devuVwage. 

8.  My  fong  forever  (hall  record 
That  terrible^  that  joyful  hour  ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord* 
Due  to  his  glory  and  his  pow'r, 

PSALM      XVIII, 
Second  Part.  Ver  20,- — 26.  Long  Metre*' 

Sinctrity  proved  and  rewarded, 
U  T    CRD,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere, 
Aw  Ji§5  roade  thy  truth  aad  love  appear I. 

Before 


(TT —  1111 


PSALM    XVIII. 

Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  law:, 

And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  eaufe, 

2.  Since  1  have  learn'dthy  holy  ways, 
I  waik'd  upright  before  thy  face  «, 

Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart,  ^ 

Twas  never  with  a  wicked  heart.  c4f~-^*v 

3.  What  fjre  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
Whac  wars  and  Struggles  in  my  breaft  ! 
But  thro'  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 

I  guard  againS  my  darling  fin, 

4.  That  fin  which  clofe  befsts  me  fttlf, 
That  works  and  ftrives  again  ft  my  will  5 
When  (hail  thy  f  pirn's  fov'reign  pow'r 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more  ? 

5.  [With  an  impartial  hand  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  (hall  find 

jA  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6.  The  juft  and  pure  fhall  ever  fay, 
Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they  i 
And  men  that  love  revenge  mall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too,] 

PSAL  M    XV1IL     Third  Part.: 

Ver.  30,-3.5,  46,  &c.     Long  Metre. 

Rejoicing  in  God  j  or,  Salvation  and  Triumph, 

j.  TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 

J    Great  rock  of  my  fee u re  abode  : 
Who  is  a  God  befide  the  Lord  ? 
Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

1;  'lis 


PSALM     XVIIL         41 

2.  *  V\%  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might  5 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  j 
And  while  with  fi.i  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  (hield. 

3.  He  lives  (and  bleffod  be  my  roc!c  !) 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives  : 

The  darkdefigns  of  hell  are  broke  %. 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4.  Before  the  feoffors  of  the  agj 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name  ; 
Nor  tremble  ac  their  mighty  rag?, 

But  meet  reproach,    and  bear   the  flnmfc 

5.  To  David   and  his  royal  (tsd9 
Thy  grace   forever  ilia!!   extend: 

Thy  love  to  faints  in  Christ  their  head* 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

PSA  L  M     XVIIL 

Fi^st  Part.     Common  Metre, 

Victory  and  triumph  wer  Temporal  Enmit% 

i."YyE  love  thee.  Lord,   and  we  adore  •, 

No  #  is  thine  arm  reveal'd  : 
Thou  art  our  ftrengeh  our  heav'nly  tO%% 
Our  bulwark  and  our  fhield, 

2.  We  fly  to  our  eternal  rock 
And  find  a  fare  defence  ; 

His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke. 
And  draw  &l ration  thence.. 

3,  When  God  our  leader  (bines  u  arms, 
What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

D  j.  Ths 


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4* 


PSALM       XV12I. 


The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 
The  lightning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4.  He  rides  upon  ,the  winged   wind. 
And  Angels  in  array 

In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind* 
And  fwift  as.  flames  obey, 

5.  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuks 
Whole  armies  are  di(may*d  > 

His  voice,    his  frown,   his  angry  look, 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6.  Helermsotr  Gen'rals  for  the  field* 
With    ail   their  awful    {kill  ; 

Gives  them  his  dreadful  fwtrd  to  vvcild, 

And   makes  their  hearts  of  fteJeJ. 
j.  [He  arrrs  cur  Captains  to  the  hgh?, 
•    (Tho*  there  his  name's  forget  •> 
He  girded  Cyrus  with   his  might* 

But  Cyrus  knew    him  not.) 
8.  Oft  has  the  Lord   whole  nations  bleP;, 

For  his  own  church's  fake  : 
The  pow'rsthat  give  his  "people  reft,. 

Shall  of  his  care  partake.] 
PSALM  XY11I.  Second  Pari. CamW&W&X* 
Tie  Conqueror' s  Song* 

0  thine  almighty  arm  we  ewe 
The  triumphs  d  the  day  : 
Thy  terrors  Lord,  confound  the  fce> 

And.  melt  their  ftrengtbaway. 
2.  'Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
L   And  break  united  do w*r$>  -3 


"T 


PSALM      XIX  43 

Or  burn  their  boafted  fl.'ets,  or  fcale 
The  proudeftof  their  tow'rs. 

3.  How  have  we  chas'd  them  thro*  the  fields 
And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 

While  thy  falvarion  was  our  fhielJ, 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 

4.  In  vain  to  idol-faints,  they  cry, 
And  periflx  in  their  btood  : 

Where  is  a  rock  io  greaf,  fo    higb^ 
So  pow'rfoi  as  our  God  I 

5.  The  rock  of  IfsVi  ever  iiyes*. 
Bis  name  be  ever  Weft  ; 

*Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicYry  give%v 
And  g'jves  his  peo-ple  reft. 

6.  On  kings  that  reign  as  Dark!  didK 
Be  pours  his  bleffings  down  ; 

Secures  their  honors  to  their  feed,  U 

And  well  fypports  their  crown. 
f  S  A  L  M  XIX.  Firjl  Part,  Short  Mmex 
<Ike  Book-  of  Nature  and  Svipiurz* 
For  a    Lord's- Day  Morning, 

i,T>2BOLD,  the  lofty  flift 

J3  Decla'e's  it's  maker  Gpdy. 
And  ail  his  ftarry  works,  on  high. 

Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 
%,  The  darkness  and  the  light, 

Still  keep  their  courfe  the  farce- i-. 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  nighty 

Div/ineJ!  teach,  his,  lurjQfr. 


■  1  — » 


4*  P     S     A     L     M     XIX. 

jr  Fn  evVy  different  land. 

TfuMr  gcr/ral  voice  is  known  ; 
2'hey  ftttw  the  wonders  of  his  hand* 

And  ordeis  of  his  throne. 

4.  Ye  Brit  1I1  lands  rejoice  ; 
Here  hi  reveals  his  vord  5 

We  are  net  kit  to  nature's  voice* 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5.  His  Statutes  and  Commands 
Are  ftt  before  our  eyes. 

He  puts  his  gofpei  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvation  lie?. 

6.  His  laws  are  juft  and  purt* 
His  umh  without  dectir, 

His  precnifes  forever  fure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great* 

7.  [Net  honey  to  the  tafle 
Affords  fo  much  deiighr, 

Nor  gold  that  has  the  fan  ace  p&% 

So  rnueh  ai'ures  the  fight.] 
$.  While  of  thy  uoiks  1  fmg. 

Thy  glory  to  prccialrr, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 

In  my  Redeemer's  came. 

PSALM  XIX.     Second  Part.     Short  Mecrei 

Gzu'sfVord  mcfi  excellent  \  or,  tinctrity  end 

IVatcbfklnejSy 

For  a   LcKDVDay   Morning. 
1. TOEHOLD  the  morning  fun 
J3    Begins  his  glorious  way  :  His 


PSALM    XIX.  45 

His  beam9thro,,  all  tnertfati6rt5  run; 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2.  But  where  the  gofpel  comes 
It  fpreads  diviner  light, 

Ic  calls  dead  Tinners  from  their  tombs, 
Aad  gives  the  blind  their  figh*. 

3.  How  perfect  is  thy  word  1 
And  all  thy  judgements  juft  ! 

Forever  lure  thy  pro  ml' e  Lord, 

And  men  fecurely  truft, 
4*  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  giv'nl 

0  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'ni 

P      A:      U       S'      Ei 

5;  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey  5 
Send  thy  good  fpirit  from  above 

1  To  guide  me  left  1  ftray. 

6.  O  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways'? 

Yer,  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7.  Warn  me  of  ev*ry  fin  ; 
Forgive  my  fecret  faults; 

And  cleaf-  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Wh'ofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts* 

8.  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  •, 

Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong, 

My  Saviour  and  my  GoDc  Psau-s. 


46  PSALM      XIX. 

PSALM    XIX.  Long  Metre, 

The  Books  of  Nature  and  of  Scripture  compared; 

or,  Ike  Glory  and  Succefs  of  the  Gojpeh 
l.'JpHE  heavVis  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

Inev'ry  ftar  thy  wifdom  fhines; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2.  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  pow'reonfeis ; 
But  the  bled  volume  thou  haft  writ, 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 

3.  Sun,  moon,  and  ftars  convey  thy  praite    . 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and:  never  (land  \ 
So  when  thy  truth  began  it's  race, 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  cv'ry  land. 

4.  Nor  fhall  thy  fprcading  gofpel  red, 
'Till  thro*  the  world  thy  truth  has  run*" 
Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bleft 
That  fee  the  light  or  feel  the  fun. 

5.  Great  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs  arife, 
Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light  5 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife  •, 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgements  right, 

6.  Thy  nobleti  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renewed  and  fins  forgiv'n  \ 
Lord,  clenfe  my  fins,   my  foul   renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

PSALM  XIX.  To  the  1 1 3th  Pfalm  Tun*; 

The  Bock  of  .Nature  and  Scripture. 
OReat  God,  the  heav'ns  well  order'd  frame 
«     Blares  the  glprics  of  thy  name  )    Thcjs 


PSALM     XIX.  47 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mine  \ 
Athoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear, 

Ofboundlefs  pow'r  and  fkill  divine- 
aY  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Leftures  of  hcav'nly  wifdom  read  ; 
"With  Client  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

3,  Yet  their  divine  inftru&ions  run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun, 

And  tv'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  j 
The  funj  like  Come  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice 

4.  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  frniles,  and  fpeaks  his  maker  Goo  % 

All  nature  joins  to  fhew  thy  praife. 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  mines  % 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  thy  book  of  grace," 

P     a     v     s     e.1 

'5.  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  thefe  leaves  afford, 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diftreft! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  ftray, 

Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  red 
6.  From  the  dfcoy'ries  of  thy  lav?, 
The  perfect  rules  oi  life  X  draw  \  Thefe 


43  PSALM       XX. 

Thefe  arc  my  fludy  and  delight  j 
Net  honey  To  invites  thetafte, 
^fOr  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  paft, 

Appears  fo  pleafing  to  the  fight. 

7.  'Ihy  threatnings  wake  my  numbering eyesj 
And  warn  me  *here  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  Ms  thy  bit  fifed  gofpel.Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty   conference  clean, 
Converts  my  tool,  lubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free  but  large  reward. 

8.  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,   forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prcfiirntucusiinsreftrain : 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  1  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

PSALM     XX.      Long  Metre. 

Prayer  and  Hcte  cf  Vificry* 
For  a  Day  of  Prayer  in  Time  of  War. 

NOW  may  the  Gcd  of  pow'r  and  grace 
Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  1 
Jehovah  hears  when  Ifr'el  prays, 
And  brings,  deli  v' ranee  from  on  high. 
2.  The  name  of  Jacob'sGod,  defends 
Better  ih^n  fhields  of  brazen  walls  \ 
He  from  his  fancluary  fends 
Succour  and  ftrength  when  Zion  calls, 
g.   Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs  5 
His  love  exceeds  cur  belt  deferts  ; 
Hi9-love  accepts  the  facrifice 
Of  humble  groans,  and  broken  hearts-   =  4.  In 


PSALM      XXI. 


49 


4.  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Iff 'el's  God 
Our  troops  fhall  lift  their  banners  up^ 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5.  Some  truft  in  horfcs  train'd  for  war, 
And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts  j 
Our  fureft  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heavenly  hofts* 

6.  [O  may  the  mcm'ry  of  thy  name,  : 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight ! 

Our  foes  fhall  fall  and  die  with  fhame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  ffcameful  flight.] 

7.  Now  fave  us  Lord  from  flaviih  fear. 
Now  let  our  hope  be  firm  and  ftrong, 
'Till  thy  faivacion  (hall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raiie  the  fong, 

PSALM     XXI.   Common  Metre, 

Our  King  is  the  tare  of  Heaven. 

^pHE  King,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  pralfe 

Shall  in  thy  faength  rejoice  \ 
And,  blefl  with   thy  falvation,  raife 
To  heav'n  his  chearful  voice. 

2.  Thy  fore  defence  rhro'  nations  round 
Has  fpread  his  glorious  name  % 

And  his  fuccefsful  actions  crown'd 
With  majefty  and  fame. 

3.  Then  let  the  king  on  God  alone 
For  timely  aid  rely  ; 

His  mercy  fhall  fupport  the  throne. 
And  all  our  wants  fupply, 

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4.  But,  righteous  Lord,  his  ftubborn  foe* 
Shall  feel  thy  dreadful  hand  ; 

Thy  vengcf  jI  arm  fhall  find  out  thofe 
That  hare  his  mild  commands. 

5.  "When  thou  againft  them  doft  engage 
Thy  juft,  but  dreadful  doom, 

Shall,  like  a  fiery  oven's  rage, 
Their  hopes  and  them  confume. 

6.  Thus,  Lor  d,  thy  wondrous  pow'r  declare,1 
*  And  thus  exalt  thy  fame  •, 

Whilft  we  glad  fengs  of  praife  prepare 
For  thy  almighty  name. 

PSALM    XXI.    1,— $.   Long   Metre, 

Christ  exalted  to  the  Kingdcm. 

1.' T) AVID  rejoie'd  in  God  his  ftrength, 

Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace  3 
But  Christ  the  Ton  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2.  How  great  is  the  Mefliah's  joy, 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 

Lord  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  Wgb, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  commanoT 

3.  Thy  good nefs  grants  whatever  he/ will ; 
Nor  doth  the  lealt  requeft  withold'  ; 
Blefllngs  of  love  prevent  him  ftiW, 

And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4.  Honor  and  majefty  divine, 
Around  his  facred  temples  fhine  •, 
Bled  with  the  favor  of  thy  face, 
And  leogth  of  ever  lading  days, 

5.  thifle 


P     S     A     L     M     XXII.  51 

5.  Thine  hand  mall  find  out  all  his  foes ; 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 
With  raging  heat  and  living  coals,^ 
So  ihail  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

PSALM     XXII.      !,— 16. 

First  Part.     Common  Metre, 

The  Sufferings  and  Death  of  Christ. 

41  *•  W^Y  has  my  God  my  foul  for  took* 

VV       "  Ncr  will  a  [mite  afford  V\ 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguim  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord,) 

2.  Tho'  Vis  thy  chief 'delight  to  dwei] 
Among  thy  praifxng  faints, 

Yet  thou  canft  hear  a  groan  as  well, 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

3.  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name, 
And  great  dehVrance  found  ; 

But  Pm  a  worm,  defpis'd  of  men, 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4.  Shaking  their  heads,  they  pafs  me  by, 
And  l^igh  my  foul  to  fcorn  5 

ll  In  vain  he  trufte  in  God  they  cry, 
"  Ncgle&ed  and  forlorn." 

5.  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  ftefhh 
By  thine  almighty  word  3 

And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breafti 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6.  Why  will  my  father  hide  his  face 
When  foes  ftand  threading  round* 

In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefi  r\ 

And  not  an  helper  found.  Fa  v  sjs 


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PSALM    XXII, 


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7.  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

►-  The  cruel  and  the  proud, 

As  balls  of  Bafnan  Scree  and  ftrong, 

As  lions  roaring  loud. 
3.  From  earch  and  hell  my  forrows  meet 

To  mukiply  the  (mart  ; 
They  nail  my  hands  ihsy  peirce  my  feet, 

And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 
9.  Yet  if  thy  fbv'relgn  hand  kt  locfe 

The  rage  erf  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heavily  father  bruifc- 

The  fon  he  loves  fo  well  ? 
3  0.  My  God  if  poffible  it  be, 

Wichold  this  bitter  cup, 
But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee, 
1*  And  drink  the  forrows  up. 
j  j.  My  heart  diflblves  with  pangs  unknown; 

In  groans  I  waftc  my  breath  ; 
Thy  heavy  hmd  has  brought  me  down 

Low  as  the  duft  of  death. 
12.  Father,  I  give  my  fpiiit  up, 

And  traft  it  in  thy  hind  •, 
My  dying  tlefa  fliall  reft  in  hope, 

And  rile  at -thy  command. 

PSALM      XXII.     20,    2i,    57,— 31. 

Sscono  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Christ* j  Sufferings  and  Kingdom. 

*•  "  NTOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage 

*4  O  Lord,  protect  thy  fon  -,    No? 


PSALM      XXII.  53 

u  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
"  The  pow'rs  of  hell  alone/' 

2.  Thus  did  our  fuff'ring  Saviour  pra/, 
With  might/  cries  and  tears  ; 

God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chac'd  away  his  fears. 

3.  Great  was  the  viftVy  of  his  death  j 
His  throne  exalted  high  •, 

And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip  or  (hall  die. 

4.  A  num'rous  offspring  muft  arife 
From  his  expiring  groans  ; 

They  mail  be  reckoned  in  his  eyes- 

For  daughters  and  for  Tons, 
gi  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  (ball  fee 

His  table  richly  fpread  : 
And  all  that  feck  the  Lord  (hall  be 

With  joys  immortal  fed. 
6.  The  iQes  fhali  know  the  righteoufneis 

Of  our  incarnate  Goo  * 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 
PSALM    XKIL   Long  Metre, 
Christ'j  Sufferings  and  Exaltation* 

i".  >jOW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
The  dying  iorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain*  d  in  tears  of  blood, 

As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 
2.  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 
And  ihook  their  heads  and  kugh'd  in  fcorn  % 


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54         PSALM       XXIII. 

i%  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave  ; 
"  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 
3<  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend. 
*'  'God  was  his  father  and  his  friend  5 
"  If  Gcd  the  ble.ffed  lov'd  him  fc, 
'•■  Why  doth  he  fall  to  help  him  now  ?!* 

4.  Barbarous  people  !  cruel  priefts ! 
How  they  flood  round  like  lavage  beads  ; 
Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  pow'r. 

5.  They  wound  his  head,  his.  hand?,  his  feet* 
*  Till  dreams  of  blood  c*ch  other  meec  j 

By  lot  his  garment  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  dy'd. 

6.  But  Goo  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 
liais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns,  on  high  j 
1  he  nations  learn  his  righie<;\ifne(s, 
And  humble  finners  tafte  h  s  grace. 

PSALM    XXI II.     Long    Metre. 
God  eur  Sbtpbtrd, 

1.  jyj:Y  mephcrdis  the  living  Lord  ; 

Now  (hall  my  wants  be  wejl  fupply^j 
His  providence  and  holy  word,  "  " 

Become  xny  afttyand  my  guide. 

2.  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows, 
He  makes  me  feed  he  makes  me  reft  5 
There  living  water  gent!/  flows, 
And  alhhe  food  divinely  bleft. 

3.  My  wardYmg  feet  his  ways  miftake, 
£ut  he  rcftores  my  foul  to  peace, 


P    S    A    L     M      XXIII.         $5 

And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake. 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

4.  ThoM  walk  thro5  the  gloomy  vale* 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 
My  heart  and  hope  (hail  never  fail, 
For  Goo  my  (hepYerd's  with  me  there** 

5.  Arnilit  the  darknefs  and  the  deep*, 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  ftay  1 ' 
Thy  (laffinpports  my  feeble  ftep.y- 
Thy  rod  direfts  my  doubtful  way, 

6.  The .fons. of  earth  and  Tons  of  hell 
Gaze  ac  thy  goodnefs,  and  refine 
To  fee  ray  table  fpread  fa  well,. 
With  living  bread ,  and  cheerful  wins* 
[7.  Mow  I  rejoice  fc&g?  on  my  head 
Thy  fpirit  qondefcends  to  reft  I 

3  Fis  a  divine  anointing,  ihtd  , 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  fealty 
tf.  3g<re!y  the  mercies  of  the  Lord.. 
Attend  his  houfhold  all  their  days  •, 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word," 
To  leek  his  face  a  ad  dqg  his  praife.]  •. 

FSALM    XXIJL     Common  Mett^ 
1.  ]\  M  Y  Shepard  yrill  fuppl.y  my  need, 

IV %     Jehovah  is  h's  name  -, 
In  patures  frefh  he  makes  me  .feed, 

Bafile  the  living  ft  ream. 
a.  H;  brings,  my  wa.ici'nng  fpirit;  back 
.      Whe%  I  for'fake  his  ways, 
And  teiub  me,  far  his  mercy's  fake, 


'$$         PSA     L     M     XXIII. 

In  paths-cf  truth  and  grace. 

3.  W'^en  I  walk  thrcugh  che  fhades  of  d^ath, 
Thy  prcfence  is  my  (lay ; 

A  word  of  thy  fupporting   breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  sway. 

4.  Thy  hand,  in  fight  of  all  my  foes, 
Djth  ftitlmy  table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  with  bleffings  overflows, 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5.  The  fare  provifions  of  my  God 
Attend  m*  ail  mj  days  :  - 

O  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be    praife. 

6.  There  would  I  find   a  fettled  reft, 
(While  others  go  and  come) 

No  more  a  (rranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child,  at  home. 

PSALM.  XXIII.     Short  Metre. 
1.  HpHE  Lord  my  fnepard  is, 

JL       I  fhali  be  well  fupply'd  j 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  Wide  ? 
'  2:  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavily  pafture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  flows. 

3.  If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 

He  doth  my  foul   reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way 
For  his  mod  holy  name. 

4.  While  he  affords  his  aid  1 


P    S    A    L     M      XXiV.  57 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear; 
Tho'  I  mould  walk  thro'   death's  dark  (hade* 
My  Shepard's  with  ins  there, 

5.  In  fightaf  all  my  foes 
Thou  doft  my  table  fpread  •, 

My  cup  with  bieffings  overflows* 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6.  The  bounties  of' thy  love 
Shall  crown  my  foil' wing  days; 

Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  tofpeak  thy  praife. 
PSALM    XXIV.     Common  Metre, 

Dwelling  with  GOD, 

1 .  np  HE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 

A       With  Adam's  num'rous  race  , 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

2.  But  who  among  the  fans  of  men 
May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 

He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  deal, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  Gcd. 

3.  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 
The  bleflings  of  his  gtace  : 

This  is  the  lot  of  thofc  that  ftek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4.  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'rs* 
To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lift  up  their  everlalhng  doors, 
The  King  of  Glory's  near. 

5.  T.ie  King  of  glory,  who  can  tsll 

The  svoaiers  of  his  misrh:  i  Hs 


53  PSALM    XXiV. 

He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  ro  dwell 
With  faints    is   his  delight. 

PSALM   XXIV.    Long  Metre. 
fonts  dwell  in  bcaven  ;  or   Cbrift's  afcentiou. 
rp«IS  fpacious  earth  is  ail  the  Lord's, 

Asd   men   and   worms,   and  beads  and 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  Teas,       (bird*  j 
And  gave  tt  for  their  dwelling  place. 
a.  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
lay  palace,  Lord,  above  the  flcy  t 
Who  (hall  afcend  ibat  bleft  abode  ? 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  Maker  God  ? 

3-  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 
Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  dean, 
Him  fliall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  rightccufnefs. 

4-  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  theGop  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
Thcfe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight, 
And  dwejl  in  everlafting  light. 

P     a     ir     s     ti 

g.  Rejoice,  ye  mining  worlds  on  high* 
Behold  the  King  of  Glory's  nigh  : 
Who  can  this  King  of  Glory  be? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

6.  Ye  heav'nly  gates,   your  leaves  difplay, 
To  make  the  Lord  the  Saviour  vray  : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

7.  Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  goes  before  5 
l*e  opens  heaVna.  eternal  door,  To 


PSALM      XXV.  59 

ro  give  his  faints  a  bleft  abode, 
Near  their  Kedeemer  and  their  God. 
PSALM      XXV.     i,~ ii. 

First  Partv    Short  Metre. 
Waiting  for  Pardon  and  Direfiicn. 

i.  T  Life  my  foul  to  Gob, 

My  truft  is  in  his  name  : 
Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood, 

Still  triumph  in  my  foame* 
a.  Sin  and  the  powers  of  hell 

Perfuade  me  to  defpair  5 
Lord  make  me  know  ihy  covenant  well 

That  I  may  'fcape  the  fnare. 

3.  From  the  firft  dawning  light, 
•Till  the  dark  ev'ning  rife, 

For  thy  lialvation,  Lord,  I  wait 
With  ever- longing  eyes. 

4.  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  5 

Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5.  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind  j 
The  meek  fhall  learn  his  ways  i 

And  ev'ry  humble  (inner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6.  For  his  own  goodnefs  fake, 
He  laves  my  foul  from  fhame  : 

He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

£SALM 


PSALM      XXV 

PSALM    XXV.    12,  14,  10,  14 
Second  Part.  Short  Metre. 

■Divittt  hfiruflion. 

1.  ^HERE  (hall  the  man  be  found 

Thst  fears  t'  offend  his  Gcd  $ 
That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

2.  The  Lord  fhall  make  him  know 
The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 

The  wonders  of  his  covenant  (how, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3.  The  dealings  of  his  hand 
Are  truth  and  mercy  dill, 

.With  fuch  as  to  his  cov'nant  (land, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4.  Their  foul  (hall  dwell  at  eafe 
Before  their  maker's  face, 

Their  feed  (hall  tafte  the  promifes 
In  their  ex tenfive  grace; 

PSALM     XXV,     15,-22; 

Third  Part.     Short  Metre. 

Dijirtfsof  Soul  or  Backfiiding  and  Defer  tim. 

I-  MINE  eves  and  my  defire 

Are  ever  to  the  Lcrd  ; 
I  Jove  to  plead  his  promifes, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 
2.  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul  % 
I  Bring  thy  falvation  near  5 
When  will  thy  hand  releafe  my  fett 
Cut  of  the  deadly  mare  ?  g,  Wh«a 


PSALM       XXVL  6, 

3.  When  (hall   the  iov'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God 

Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wandYing  feet  have  trod  ! 

4.  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
D  th  but  enlarge  my  woe  : 

My  fpirit  languifhe3,  my  hears 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5.  With  ev'ry  morning  light 
My  forrow  new    begins  ; 

Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  pain, 
And  patdon   all  my  fins. 

Pause. 

6.  Behold  the  hods  of  hell, 
How  cruel  is  their  hate  ? 

Agatnft  my  life  they  rife,  and  jots 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7.  O  keep  my  foul  from  death. 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame, 

For  1  have  plac'd  my  only  craft 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

8.  With  humble  Jakh  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again  % 

Of  Ifr'elit  ftiall  ne'er  be  laid,  ^ 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  Vain. 

PSALM   XXVII.    Long  Me:rc, 

Self  Examinations  or,  Evidences  of  Grace. 

JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  proye  my  ways, 
And  try  my  reins,  and  cry  my  heart ; 
My  faith  upon  thy  promife  Mays, 
ftor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart,  2.  I 

F 


62  PSALM     XXVU. 

2.  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  -, 
The  (coffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyef. 

3.  Amongft  thy  faints  will  1  appear 
With  hands  wtll  waiVd  in  innocence 
But  when  I  (land  befoie  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

4.  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honors  dwell, 
There  (hall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5.  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  laft 
Wiih  me  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pnft 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God.' 

p  sTa  l  m    xxvii.    1,-6. 

First  Part.     Common  Metre. 

The  Cburib  is  cur  Delight  and  Safety. 

1.  fT^HE  Lord  of  glory  is  rrry  light 

X       And  my  falvation  too  ; 
Gcd  is  my  ftrength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  fees  can  do. 

2.  One  privilege  my  heart  defires  j 
O  grant   me  an  abode 

Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints, 
The  temples  of  my  Gcd. 

3.  There  (hall  I  offer  my  requefts, 
And  fee  thy  beauty  [till  : 

Shsll  hear  thy  meffages  of  love, 

And  there  enouire  thv  will.  a.   VVnea 


PSALM     XXVII.         63 

4.  When  troubles  nfe,  and  ftorms  appear, 
Tnere  may  his  children  hide  ; 

God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion  where 
Me  makes  my  foul  abide. 

5.  Now  (hall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around, 

Aad  fongs  of.  joy  and  viclory 
Within  tby  temple  found. 

P     S.  A     L    M    XXVII.     8,-14; 
Sicond  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Prayer  and  Hope. 
i,  QOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay, 

|j     "  Ye  children  feek  my  grace  \\ 
My  heart  reply 'd.wichout  delay, 
"  Pil  feek  my  Father's  face." 

2.  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 
Nor  frown  my  foul  away  j 

God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
Irva   diftrefling  day. 

3.  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear, 
Leave  mc  to  want  or  die, 

My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 

And  all  my  need  fupply. 
\.  My  fainting  fleQi  had  dy'd  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foul  believM 
io  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief; 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 
:    Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 

And  keep  your   courage  up  ; 
le'il  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints,- 

And  far  exceed  y  our  hope.  PSALM 


64  PSALM   XXIX. 

PSALM   XXIX.   Long  Metre. 
Storm   and   Thunder. 

GIVE  to  th«  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  powV, 
Aicribe  due  honors  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2.  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aleui 
Over  the  ocean  aid  the  fond  ; 

His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  claud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  c&mmand. 

3.  We  (peaks,  and  temped,  hail  and  wind, 
I  Lr/j;he  wide  fared  bare  around  ; 

The  fearful  hart  and  flighted  hind 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

4.  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice. 
And  lo,  the  ftately  ceadtrs  bre*k  ; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife  ; 
Tht  ralres  roa«-,  the  deferts  quake. 

5.  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood  ; 
The  thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  King  : 
But  makes  his  churr.h  his  bleft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 

6.  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 
The  counfelof  his  grace  imparts  ; 
Amidft  tke  raging  fio^m  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts, 

PSALM  XXX.  Firji  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Sickmfs  healed,  and  Sorrows  removed* 

X«  T  W.J  I  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high  j 

A. At  thv  command  difeafes  flvs       Who 


PSALM      XXII.  53 

«c  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engige 
"  The  pow'rs  of  hell  alone." 

2.  Thus  did  our  fuffYmg  Saviour  pra/, 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears  ; 

Goo  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chac'd  away  his  fears. 

3.  Great  was  the  vi&'ry  of  his  death  j 
His  throne  exalted  high  * 

And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip  or  (hall  die. 

4.  A  num'rous  offspring  mull  arife 
From  his  expiring  groans  ; 

They  fhail  be  reckoned  in  his  eyes 

For  daughters  and  for  Tons. 
5i  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  (ball  fee 

His  table  richly  fpread  : 
And  all  that  feek  the  Loud  (hall  be 

With  joys  immortal  fed. 
6.  The  ifles-flull  know  the  righteoufotfi 

Of  our  incarnate  God  ; 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 

Salvation  in  bis  blood. 

PSALM    XXII.   Long  Metre, 
Chris  tV  Sufferings  and  Exalt  at  ion* 

1,  *\TOW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 

The  dying  iorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  compiain'd  in  tears  of  blood, 
As  one  for  lake  n  of  his  God. 

2.  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  (hook  their  heads  and  laugh/d  in  fcorn  % 
£a  V  Hs 


£«.        P    S    A    L     M       XXIif. 

"  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave  - 
«'  Now  let  him  try  himfeif  to  fave. 
&  *•   1  his  is  rhe  man  did  once  pretend 
"  God  was  his  father  and  his  friend  ; 
4  If  God  the  bleffed  Jov'd  him  to 
"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?»■ 
4~  Barbarous  people  f  cruel  priefts  > 
How  they  flood  round  like  favage  beafts  : 
-Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 
When,  God  had  kh  him  in  their  powV 

5.  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
rill  ftreami  of  blood  each  other  meet  5 

-*y  lot  his  garmencs  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  dyU 

6.  But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry 
Wd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  - 
lhe  nations  learn  his  rrghteou  fnefs,         - 
And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace' 

K  S  A X  M    XXIII,     Lng    Metre, 
Gqd  «ar  Sbtpbtri. 

i.  MYJhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  , 

Now  mall  my  wants  be  well  hprh'i 
His  providence  and  holy  woid,  WS; 

Become  my  afety  and  my  gajjei 
s.  In  pafttires  where  falvatioii  grow., 
He  makes  m4  feed  he  makes  nfe  reft  . 
•  There  hymg  water  gently  flows,- 
And  all  the  food  divinely  bleft. 
3-  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  mifhke 
BJt  hcrclbres  my  feuj  l0  peace,' 

And 


P     S     A    L     M      XXIII.        $£ 

Ani  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufaefs. 

4.  Tho'  I  walk  thro*  the  gloomy  vale9 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 
My  heart  and  hope  (hall  never  fail, 
For  Gor>my  (hcpherd's  with  me  thereJ 

5.  Amidft  the  darkaefs  and  the  deeps, 
Thoa  aw  my  comfort,,  thou  my  ftay  5. 
Thy  ftafffnpports  my  feeble  fteps, 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 

6.  The  fons  of  earth  and  fans  of  hell: 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 
To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo.well, 
With  living  bread,  and  cheerful  wine* 
[7,  How  1  rejoice  when  on  my  he  aid. 
Thy  fpiric  condefcends  to  reft  !. 

*  Fis  a  divine  anointing,  fhedA 
Lii;e  oil  of  gladnefs-at  a.  feafh 
8.  Su-reiy  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  hou (hold  all  their  days -, 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word,; 
To  feek.  his  face  and  fing hjs  praife.} 

PSALM;    XXlIL     Common  M*tr?. 
j,  "*\  M  Y  Shepard  will  fupply  my  need, 

IV JL     Jehovah  is  his  name-, 
In  pa'lures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 

Befide  the  living. ftream. 
t.  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  tick. 

When  I  for  fake  his  ways, 
Aad  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  foke, 


^■»  1 1 1 1 1 1 


5<5         PSALM     XXIII. 

In  paths  of  truth  and  grac- 

3'  tK  V"'^  •h'"=U°i1  the  *ldes  ofd.aih, 
lny  pretence  is  my  fhy;  ? 

A  word  of  thy  fupporting   breach 
drives  all  my  fears  away 

4'£a?hn*?*dt  infl^ofallmvfoeS, 

Djtn  flil!  my  table  fpread- 
M7  cup  with  bleflings  overflows, 

I  nine  oil  anoints  rny  head. 
5.  The  fure  provifions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  • 
Omay  thy  rnufe  be  mine  abode, 

And  all  my  work  be   praife. 

,wur,C  W?uld  *  find  a  fetcS^  reft, 
(While  others  go  and  come) 

No  more  a  ftranger'ora  guefl. 
But  like  a  child,  at  home. 

P  S  A  L  M    XXIII.     Short  Mew. 

THELoRomyfhepardis, 
( I  mall  be  well  fupply\j  . 

Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  befide  ? 
a."  He. leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavily  pafture  grows, 
Waere  living  waters  gently  pafs, 

And  full  l&lvation  fl^s. 
J.  If  e'er   I  go  aflray, 

He  doth  my  foul   reclaim, 
And  gmdes  me  in  his  own  right  way 

For  his  mod  holy  name. 
4.  While  he  affords  his  aid  r 


PSALM     XXXII.         69 

PSALM    XXX  I.    Common  Metre. 

Free  Pardon  and  Sincere  Obedience  •,  or,  ConfeJ- 

Hon  and  Forgiven  fs, 

1.  ZJ  APPY  the  man  to  whom  his  God 

No  more  imputes  bis  (in, 
But  wauYd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood 
Hath  made  his -garments  clean  ! 

2.  Happy  beyond  expreiTion,  he 
Whole  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  •, 

And  from  the  guilty  bondage  free 
He  feels  his  foul  enlargid. 

3.  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 
His  words  are  all  fmcere  : 

He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  bis  eyes, 
To  keep  his  conscience  clear. 

4.  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft, 
Noqjiet  could  I  find  ; 

Thy  wrath  lay  burning. in  my  bread, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5.  Then  I  confed'd  my  troubled  tho'ts, 
My  fecret  fins  reveal* d  j 

Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feal'd. 

6.  This  (hall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  •, 
When  like  a  raging  flood 

Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength  and  (lay 

Is  a  forgiving  God. 
PSALM   XXXi  L  Firjl  Part.  Long  M  ?tre; 
Repentance  and  free  Pardon  ;  or,    J  unification 

and  SanBification. 
U  RLEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  bled, 

Whofe  guik  is  pardon*  d  by  his  God, 


PSALM      XXXII 

Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confeft, 
And  covered  with  his  Saviours  blood. 

2.  Bleft  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities, 
He  pleads  no  merits  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works  but  grace  relies. 

3.  Prom  guilt  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  ; 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree$ 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere. 
4-  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnef^ 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  ! 
"While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace, 
Through  his  whole  life  appears  and  mines. 

PSALM  XXXII.  Sccnd  Part.  Long  Metre 

A  guilty  Conjcunu  eafed  by  Confejfisn  and  Par- 
don. 

*•  IX/'HILE  I  keep  filence  and  conceal 
"     My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  conference  fed  ! 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart ! 

2.  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs  ; 
Thy  gofpel  fpcaks  a  pard'ning  word, 
Thine  holy  fpirit  feals  the  grace. 

3.  For  this  fhallev'ry  humble  foul 
Make  fwift  addrefles  to  thy  feat  : 
When  floods  of  hugh  temptations  roll, 
There  (hall  they  find  a  fafe  retreat. 

4.  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  1  lie, 

When 


P     3    A     L     M     XXXIII.  71 

Vhen  days  grow  dark  and  ftorms  appear  ? 
Lnd  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
lhall  guide  me  iafe  from  ev'ry  (hare. 

PSALM     XXXIII. 

First  Part.    Common  Metres 

Works  of  Creation   and   Providence. 
.  T>  EJOICE,  ye  rig #ite  us  ia  the  Lord  % 

This  work  belongs  to  you  : 
>ing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 

How  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 
2.  His  mercy  and  his  righteou  fnefa 

Let  heaven  and  earth  proclaim  j 
His  works  ©f  nature  and  of  grace 

Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 
j.  His  wifdofn  and  almighty  word 

The  heav'nly  arches  fpread  j 
And  by  the  fpirit  of  the  Lord 

Their  mining  hofts  were  made. 

4.  He  bid  the  liquid  waters  flow 
To  their  appointed  deep  ; 

The  flowing  feas  their  limits  know, 
And  their  own  (lation  keep. 

5.  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 
With  fear  before  him  ftand  : 

He  (pake  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  refts  on  his  command. 

6.  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations  rage, 
And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  j 

His  counfel  flands  through  ev  ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  (bines. 

PSALM 


72         PSALM       XXXIII. 

PSALM  XXXIII.  Sec.  Pari.  Common  Metre 

Creatures  vain  and  Ged  all- (ufficitnt . 
i»  TJLE^l   is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 

X)  Hath  nVd  his  gracious  throne  \ 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 

And  calis  their  tribes  hisovsn. 

2.  His  eye  with  infinite  furvey 
Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 

He  form'd  us  ail  of  equai  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3.  Kirgs  ate  not  refcu'd  by  the  force, 
Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 

Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  the  bold  rider  fave. 

4.  Vain  is  the  ftrcngfh  of  beads  or  men, 
1  o  hope  for  fafety  rhence  ; 

But  holy  fouls  fr<  m  God  obtain 
A  ftrong  and  fune  defence. 

5.  God  is  their  (ear,  and  God  their  truft  ; 
When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 

His  waidituleye  fecures  the'juft, 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead* 

6.  L<ord,  let  cur  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  j 

For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 
PSALM  XXXIII.  As  the  n3ihPfalnv 
First  Part. 
With   of  Creation   end  Pr  evidenced 

YE  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice, 
Your  Maker's  praifc  becomes yow voice 

Great 


PSALM     XXXHL        73 

Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new* 
Sing  of  hh  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 

How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 

2.  Juftice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 

And  the  whole  earth  his   goodnefs  proves," 

His  word  the  hcav'nly  arches  fpread; 
How  wide  they  Hiina  from  nonh  to  fouth  J 
And  by  the  ipint  of  ms  mouth 
Were  all  the  rtarry  armies  made. 

3.  He  gathers  the  wide  flowing  feas, 
Thofe  watry  tceafures  know  their  place 

In  the  vaft  (lore-houfe  of  the  deep  : 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth, 
A  d  fires  and  fcas,  and  heav'n  and  earth* 

Hfc  everla&mg  orders  keep. 

4.  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftie?s  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
Vx in  are  your  tho'ts  and  weak  your  hands, 
But  his  eternal  counfei  (lands, 

Asd  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

PSALM  XXXIII.  As  the  1 1 3th  Pblm: 

Second  Part. 

Creature;  vain,  and  GOD  aU~fufiicienf. 
1.  £~\  HAPPY  nation  where  the  Lord 
\Jf  Reveals  the  treafoi-e  pf  his  word, 
And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne, 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  fqrvcys, 
fie  form'd  their  hearts,  he  jinows  their  ways . 
But  God  their  nuker  is  ugkowuu    *r$4i 
G 


■' »'        —  ■ 


74        PS    A     L     M       XXXIV/ 

2.  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  heft, 

And  of  his  ftrcngth  the  champion  boaft ; 

In  vain  they  beaft,  in  vain  rely  ; 
In  vain  tc  truftthe  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horfe, 

To  guard  his  ricW,  or  to  fly. 
3*  The  eye  of  thy  ccmp2ffion,  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  sffbrd 

When  deaths  or  dangers  threat'ning  (land,1 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  juft, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 
4«  In  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 
.Thou  eur  Phyfician,  thou  our  fhield, 

Send  us  falvation  from  thy  throne; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  mine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  is  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM     XXXIV. 

First  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Cod's  Care  of  the  Saints ;  or,  Deliver  ante  by 

Prayer. 
i.  T     O  R  D,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 

JL/Thy  praife  (hall dwell  upon  my  tongue ; 
My  loul  (hall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  ike  fong. 
2.  Come  magnify  the  Lord  with  me  ; 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  : 
I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
H*£  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  (hame, 

5.  I 


PSALM       XXXI V.         75 

*    I  told  him  all  mf  fecret  grief, 
My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears ; 
He  gave  my  inward  prim. relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4.  To  him  the  poor  lift  up^ther  eyes, 
Tneir  faces  feel'the heav'oly  fn.'.ne  ; 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  flcie$. 
Fills  them  with  Bghr  and  py  divine, 

5.  K  s  hoi/  Angela  pitch  their  tenj| 
Around  the  men  that  i>rve  the  1,:rd  : 
O  fear  and  love  him, all  his  faints, 
Tafte-of  his  grace,  and  , trull  his  word.    _ 
6-  The  wild  young  lions  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  thro*  all  the  wood  : 
But  aonc  (hall  feck  the  Lord  in  vain, 

Nor  want  (applies  of  real  good* 

PSALM        XXXIV.    1 1,-22: 
Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Religious  Education  ;  or,  lntrufiim  of  Pietf. 
/^Hildren  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
Your  parents  hope,  your  parents  joy, 
Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue  ; 
Let  pious  tho'ts  your  minds  employ. 

2.  If  you  require  a  length  of  days, 
And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  ftate,' 
Refrain  your  feet  trom  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  (lander  and  deGeir. 

3.  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints; 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries, 

He  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 

The  foes  of  violence  and  lies  fa  T$ 


7*    ,    P    S    A    L    M    XXXIV. 

4«  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts, 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh, 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 
5.  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 
His  Ton  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  ; 
His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 
They  in  his  prafe  employ  their  breath. 
PSALM    XXXIV.     i,— 10. 
First  Fart.      Common  Metre. 
Prayer  and  Praifefor  eminent  Deliverances. 

T  ^  k  k*ek  tne  ^ord  from  day  to  day  5 
X  How  good  are  all  his  way& ! 
Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2.  Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 
How  a  poor  fufFrercry'd, 

Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fhame, 
Nor  was  his  fait  dcny'd. 

3.  When  threading  forrows  round  we  flood 
N     And endlds  fears  a-cfe, 

Like  the  load  biitows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  ail  my  woes. 

4.  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs, 
With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 

He  gave  my  fharpeft  torments  eafe, 
And  filenc'd  all  my  fears. 

Pause, 

£«  [O  finnerf,  come  and  tafte  his  leve, 
Come  learn  his  pleafanc  ways,  And 


PSALM      XXXW.       '77 

And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6.  He  bids  his  Angels  pitch  their  tents, 
Round  where  his  children  dwell, 

What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents, 
No  earthly  tongue  can  cell.] 

7.  [O  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  ; 
His  eye  regards  the  juft  / 

How  richly  bled  their  portion  is, 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft  I 

8.  Young  lions  pinchM  with  hunger  roar,4 
And  famifti  in  the  wood  ^ 

But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 
With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 

PSALM    XXXIV.  1 1,-22; 

Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Exhortations  to  Peace  and  Holme/s. 
Q  O  M  E,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 

And  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful*word  % 

Be  found  upon  y  :<ur  tongue. 

2.  Depart  from rmfchief,  pra&ife  love, 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace ; 

So  (hall  the  L»rd  your  ways  approve,] 
A  id  fee  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

3.  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 
His  ears  attend  their  cry  •, 

When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  doft, 

The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 
4*  What  tho'  the  forrows  here  they  tafte 

G3  Are 


73         PSALM    XXXV, 

Are  (harp  and  tedicus  to^ 
The  Lord  who  laves  them  all  afc  iaft, 
Is  their  fapporter  now. 

5.  Evil  (hall  fin  te  the  wicked  dead  -, 
Bat  GQd  fecures  his  own, 

prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  il.de, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6.  When  defolation  like  a  flood 
*  O'er  the  pioud  fmner  rolls, 

Sa'!nts  -™c*  a  re*u£e  *n  thc^  God> 
For  he  red^em'd  their  fouls. 

'psalm    XXXV,     i,— 9: 

First  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Prayer  and  Faith  of  perfected  Sainis,  or,  Impr* 

cottons  mixed  uiib  charity. 

NOW  plead  my  caufe  Almighty  God, 
With  ail  the  fons  of  ftnte  •, 
Lad  fight  a^ainft  the  men  of  blood, 

Who  fight  againft  my  life. 
2.  Draw  out  thy  fpcar,  and  ftop  their  way, 

'  Lft  thy  avenging  red  i 
But  to  my  foul  in  mercy  fay, 

"  I  am  thy  Saviour- God." 
2    They  plant  then*  fnares  to  catch  rrw  ieet> 

And  nets  of  mifchief  fpread  : 
Plunge  the  deftrcyess  in  the  pit 

ThV  their  own  hands  hr.ve  made. 
4.  Let  fog>  and  darkntft  hide  thtir  way, 

"  And  flippy  be  their  ground  •, 
ThT! wrath  fiwl   make  their  lives  a  prey, 
Aid  at]  their  rag<5  ccniouF.d.  5-  *  - 


PSALM    XXXV.         79 

5-  They  fly  like  chaff  befoe  the  wind, 

Before  thine  angry  breath  * 
Tjhe  Angel  otthe  Lord  behind, 

Purfues  them  down  to  death. 

6.  They  love  the  road  that  leads  to  hell  > 
Then  let  the  rebels  die, 

Whofe  malice  is  implacable, 
Again  ft  the  Lord  on  high. 

7.  But;  if  thou  haft  a  chofen  few  * 
Amongft  that  impious  race, 

Divide  them  from- the  bloody  crew, 
By  thy  furpaffing  grace. 

8.  Then  will  I  raife  my  tunefui  voicev 
To  rmke  thy  wonders  known  \ 

In  their  falvation  I'd  repice, 
And  blefs  thee  for  my  own. 

PS  A  L  M    XXXV.    12  —  r4; 

Second  Part.     Common  Mezre. 

Lqvs  to  Entmm  \  or,  the  Love  if  Christ  to 

Sinners  typified  in  David 
3.  TOEHOLD  the  iove,  the  gen'rouslcve 

|3     Thst  holy  D^vid  flxfws  : 
Hark  how  his  founding  bowels  move 

To  his  gftVipUd  foes  ! 

2.  When  they  arc  fick  his  foul  complains, 
And  feems  to  fee!  the  fmart  % 

The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3.  Hnv  did  hisfljwing  tears  condole, 
As  for  a  brother  d^ad  ; 

An 


So        PSALM      XXXVI. 

And  fading  mortify'd  his  foul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4.  They  groan'd  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed, 
Yet  fti!l  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 

And  double  bleffings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5.  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 
Thus  Chrift  the  Lord  appears  ; 

While  finners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  thcra  with  tears! 

6.  He  ihe  true  David,  I  ft  'el's  king, 
Bieft  and  beloy'd  of  God, 

To-favc  us  rebels  dead  in  fin, 
Paid  his  own  deareft  bloods 

PSALM    XXXVI.    5,-9.  Long  Metre. 

tti  Perfections  and    Providence  of  God  •   or, 
Gentral  Providence  and/pedal  Grate. 

1.  fJ^H  in  the  heav'n?,  eternal  God, 

Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  fliines  •, 
Thy  truth  (halJ  bieak  thro*  ev'ry  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

2.  forever  firm  thy  juftice  ftands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
>Vife  arc  the  wonders  of  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3.  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beaft  thy  bounty  (hare; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4.  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace; 

Whence 


PSALM    XXXVI.         $x 

Whence  all  our  hfope  and  comfort  fprtags  j 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs 
Fly  to  the  (hadow  of  thy  wings. 

5.  From  the  provifbns  of  thy  houfe 
We  mall  be  fed  with  facet  repaft •, 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  klvation  to  our  tafte. 

6,  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  (r^e9 
Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord  ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  (hall  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

PSALM  XXXVI.  i,— 9.    Common  Metre.1 
Praffica!  Atheifm  expofed ;  or,  the  Being  and 

Ji  tributes  of  God  Gfjerted. 
^f  HILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  way?, 

And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
Vfy  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

<s  Their  tho'ts  believe  there's  none," 
:.  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare 
,  (Whatever  their  lips  profefs) 
Jod  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 

Nor  m\\  they  feek  his  grace. 
.  What  ftrangcfelf  flatVy  blinds  their  eyes  V 

But  there's  a  haft'ning  hour, 
7hen  they  mall  fee  with  fore  furprife 
The  terrors  of  thy  p9w'r. 

Thy  juflice  (hall  maintain  its  throne, 
TW  mountains  melt  away  ; 
hy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathem'd  fea. 

5.  Above 


PSALM      XXXVI        81 

5.  Above  thefs  heav'n-oeated  rounds, 
Thy  merciesj  Lord,  extend  ; 

Thy  truth  out  lives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6.  Safeny  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings 
Nor  oveibi  ks  the  beafr  -, 

Beneath  the  ftiadow  of  thy  wings 

Thy  children  choofe  to  reft. 
y.[From  thee  v/hen  creature- itreams  run  low, 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fprings  pf  lifefiull  flow, 

And  raife  our  pleafu-es  ivgh., 
8.  Tho'  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  ciofe  up  our  eves 
Thy  pretence  makes  eternal  dav. 

Where  clouds  can  never  rife.] 

PSALM  XXXVI.  ^—7.  Short  Metre, 

Tie  Wickednefs  of  Man,  and  the  Majefiy  of  God  \ 
or,  P radical  Atbeijtn  expofed. 

*•  "VftfHEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 

My  heat- within  meoks, 
M  He  hach  no  faith  of  Gcd  within, 
"  Norfear  before  his  eyes,'1 

2.  [He  walks  a  whle  conceal'd 
In  a  felf-fi-*ttVing  dream, 

'Till' his  dark  crimes  at  once  reveal'd* 
Expofe  h  s  ha  eful  name.] 

3.  His  heirt  isfalfe  and  foul, 
His  words  are  fmooth  and  far  ; 

Wifdom  is  ban ifti'd  from  h.s  foul, 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there.  4  Hi 


PSALM    XXXVII.        83 

j..  He  plots  upon  his  bed 

New  mifchiers  to  fulfil  5 
3efetskis  heart  and  hand  and  Lead 

To  pradife  all  that's  ill. 
5.  But  there's  a  dreadful  Gad, 

Tfto'  men  renounce  his  tear  ; 
[-lis  juftice  hid  behind  the  cloud, 

Shall  one  great  day  appear. 
5.  His  truth  tranfeenc's  the  fky  ; 

In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell  y 
Deep  as  the  fea  hisSudgments  lie, 

His  anger  burns  to  hell. 
7.  How  excellent  his  love  \ 

Whence  all  our  fa  ety  fprings : 
3  nevfr  let  my  foul  remzve 

Fi&m  underneath  his  wings. 

PSALM  XXXVII.    it— 15. 
First  Part..    Common  Metre. 
The  Cu*e  of  Envy..  Fret  'ulnefs  and  Unbelief;  drf 
the  Rewards  of  tie  Righteous  and  the  Wicked  ; 
or,  (be  Wurltfs  United  and  the   Setim*s  Pati- 
ence. 
1.  ^yHYfheu?d  I  vex  my  f  ul,  and  fret 

To  fee  {he  wicked  rife  ? 
Jkfenvy  finne-s  waxing  great 

By  violence  and  lies  ? 
1.  As  fiow'ry  g^a's  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
>> fh^H  their  glories  vaomf.on 
In  everlftftias  ffvides. 


*4       PSALM       XXXVII. 

3.  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  nay  truft, 
And  practife  all  that's  gcod  ; 

Sc  {ball  1  dwell  among  the  juft, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4.  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit,' 
And  cheerful  wait  his  will  ; 

Thy  hand    which  guides  my  doubtful  fect^ 
S'  all  my  dtfires  fulfil. 

5.  Mine  innccence  lhalt  thau  difplay, 
And  make  thy  judgments  known, 

Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day. 
And  glorious  as  the  nocrt. 

6.  The  meek  atlaft  the  earth  poffefs. 
And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 

True  riches  with  abundant  peace 
To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

Pause. 

7.  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 
Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 

The/  providence  fhould  long  dtlay 
To  punifh  haughty  vice. 

8.  Let  Ilnre-s  join  to  break  ycur  peace, 
And  plot,  and  rage  and  foam  ; 

The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  ccme. 

9.  TJiey  have  drawn  out  the  threatrirg  foord3 
Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 

To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 

And  bring  the  righteous  low. 
10  My  God  fhall  break  their  bows  ar.d  burn 

Their  perfecutine  charts  j 

t  Shall 


PSALM      XXXVII. 

Shall  their  own  fwords  againft  them  tor, 
And  pain  furprife  their  hearts. 

PSALM  XXXVII.  1 6,  21,  a«,_3 x. 

Sscond  Part.     Common  Metre* 

Charity  to  the  Poor  ;  or,    Religion  in  Words 
and  Dteds. 

1.  \y  HY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boafr, 

And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  juft 
Excels  the  Tinner's  gold. 

2.  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 
But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay  ; 

The  faint  is  merciful  and  lends, 

Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 
g.  His  alms  with  iib'ral  heart  he  gi?e« 

Amongft  the  fons  of  need  ; 
His  msm'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 

And  blcfled  is  his  ked. 

4.  His  lips  abhor  co  talk  profane, 
To  fhnder  or  defraud  ; 

His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men, 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5.  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide  j 

Led  by  the  fpirit  and   he  word, 

His  fcec  (hall  never  Aide. 
*.  When  Tinners  fall  the  righteous  ftand. 

Prefer* 'd  from  ev'ry  Tnare  ; 
They  fhall  poifcfs  the  prom's'd  land, 

And  dwei(f9reyer there. 

H  PSALM 


SS        PSALM       XXXVII.' 

P     S  ,A    L    M  XXXVII.  23,-37. 

Third  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Ibe  IVay.  and  End   of  the  PJgbttous  and  tbl 
Wichd. 

1.  TV  >JY  God  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
iVt     Are  order'd  by  thy  will  ; 

Tho*  they  fhould  fall  they  rife  again, 
Thy  hand  fupports  them  (till. 

2.  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 
Their  virtue  he  approves  ; 

Hc'il  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3.  The  hcav'nly  heritage  is  their's, 
Their  portion  and  their  home  ; 

He  feeds  them  now  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  bleffings  long  to  come. 

4.  Wait  on  the  Lord  yefons  of  men, 
Nor  fear  when  tyrants  fr^wn  5 

Ye  ftail  confefs  their  pride  was  vain^ 
When  juftice  cafts  them  down. 

P*A  USE. 

5.  The  haughty  (inner  have  I  feen,' 
Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 

Like  a  tall  bay  tree,  fair  and  green,' 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6.  And  lo,  he  vani&Yd  frbm  the  ground, 
Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  •, 

Nsr  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7.  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 

His  fcvVal  fteps  attend  \  True 


PSALM     XXXVIII.        8; 

True  pleafure  runs  thro'  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 
PSALM   XXXVIII.     Common  Metre.' 

Guilt  of  Confcienoe  and  Relief ;  or,    Repentance 
and  Prayer  for  Pardon  and  Health. 

i.    \  MIDST  thy  wrach  remember  love* 
/j^     Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord  j 

Nor  let  a  father's  chaft'nicg  prove 
Like  an  avenging  fword. 

2.  Thine  arrows  ftick  within  my  heart  y 
My  flefh  is  forely  preft  5 

Between  the  forrcw  and  the  fmart, 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 

3.  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear; 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  5 

Joo  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone* 

4.  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fc% 
My  head  ftill  bending  down  5 

And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  father's  frown. 

5.  Lord  I  am  weak  and  broken  fore," 
None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole  ; 

The  inward  anguifh  makes  me  roar*. 

The  anguifh  of  my  foul. 
6*  All  my  defire  to  thee  is  known  5 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 
And  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'ry  groan 

Isnotic'd  by  thine  ear. 
7,  Thou  art  my  God  my  only  hope  5 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry,  My 


88        PSALM    XXXIX. 

My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up, 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

8.  [My  foot  is  ever  apt  to  Aide, 
My  foes  rejoice  to  kth  : 

They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride, 
When  they  fuppiant  my  feet. 

9.  But  I'llconfefs  my  guilt  to  thee 
And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  : 

I'll  mourn  how  weak  my  graces  be, 
.  And  beg  (upport  divine. 

10.  My  God  forgive  my  follies  paft, 
And  be  forever  nigh  ; 

O  Lord  of  my  falvacion  hade, 
Before  rhy  fervant  die.] 

PSALM    XXXIX.     1,-3. 

First  Part.      Common  Metre. 

Watchfulnefs  over  the  Tongue  $  or,    Pruimi 
and  ZeaL 

1.  npHUS  I  reioiv'd  before  the  Lord  ; 

X       ••  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
*•  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 
u  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong" 

2.  And  if  Pm  e'er  conftrain'd  to  ftay 
With  men  of  lives  prophane, 

IM  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3.  Pll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak, 
The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 

Left  fcbtTers  mould  the  occafion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4;  Yc 


PSALM    #XXIX.         83 

4;  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  overaw'd, 
But  lee  (he  fcofBng  finners  hear, 

That,  I  can  fpeak  for  God. 

P  sS  A  L  M    XXXIX.  4,-7; 
Second  Part.     Common  Metre, 
^  The  Vanity  of  Man  as  mortal. 

1.  ^EACH  me  the  meafurc  of  my  days, 

Thou  maker  of  my  frame  % 
I  would  furvty  life's  narrow  Jpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2.  Afpanis  all  that  we  can  boaft, 
An  inch  or  two  of  rime  ; 

Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft, 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

3.  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 
Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain  5 

They  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  ail  their  noife  is  vain. 

4.  Some  walk  in  koncr's  guady  fhow  5 
Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 

They  toil  for  heirs,  they,  know  not  who, 

And  ftrait  are  ken  no  more. 
'$.  What  fliould  I  wilh  or  wait  for  then 

From  creatures  earth  and  duft, 
They  make  our  expectations  vaio, 

And  difappcint  cur  truft, 
&.  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hops* 

M/  fond  defircs  r*cal  * 
I  give  my  mortal  int'reft  up, 

And  make  my  God  my  all, 
*"^^~ ~  —     *"*  ^        


93        PSALM      XXXtX. 

PSALM   XXXIX.    9,— 13. 

Third  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Sick  Bed  Devotion  5  or,  Pleading  without   re 

pining. 
i.  /^ODof  my  life,  look  gently  down, 

VJT     Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 

Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 

2.  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord  ; 
They  come  at  cky  command  : 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word 
Againft  thy  chaft'ning  hand. 

3.  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 
Remove  thy  (harp  rebukes  : 

My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 
Thro'  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4.  Crufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 
We  moulder  to  the  dull  •, 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  wkhftand, 
And  all  «ur  beauty's  loft. 

5.  [This  mortal  life  decays  apace, 

How  foon  the  bubble's  broke !  I 

Adam,  and  all  his  num'rous  race, 
Are  vanity  arid  imoke.] 

6.  i'm  but  a  fojourner  b«low» 
As  all  my  fathers  were  5 

May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 

When  I  the  fummons  hear. 
ji  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  awhile 

Before  my  laft  remove, 

T| 


PSALM     XL.  *t 

Thv  praife  (hall  be  my  bus'nefs  (lii!, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

PSUM     XL.      1,-5,-17. 
KA  Song  of  Deliverance  from  great  Dilirefs. 

I  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 
He  faw  me  retting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh.  ^ 

2.  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 

And  from  my  bonds  releas*d  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  or^miry  clay. 

3.  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ftand, 
And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 

To  praife  the  wonders  of  bis  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  long. 

4.  I'll  fprcad  his  works  of  grace  abroad  % 
The  faints  with  joy  fhali  hear, 

And  firmers  learn  to  make  my  God, 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5.  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  ofiove! 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great  1 

We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6.  When  Fm  afflifted,  poor  and  low, 
And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 
PSALM  XL.  6,-9  Sec.  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

The  Incarnation  and  Sacrifice  of  Cbrifi. 

npHUS  laith  the  Lord  "  your  work  is  vain, 

"  Give  your  burnt  ofPrings  o'er  -, 


9*  PSALM    XL; 

*'  In  dying  goats,  and  bullocks  (lain 

*"■  My  foul  delights  no  more." 
a.  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  M  Lo,  I'm  here, 

M  My  God  to  do  thy  will ; 
«*  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare, 

"  Thy  fervant  (hall  fulfil, 

3.  "  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 
•■  I  keep  itnear  my  heart; 

M  Mine  ears  are  open'd  with  delight 
**  To  what  chy  lips  impart." 

4.  And  fee  the  cleft  redeemer  comes ! 
Th'  eternal  fon  appears !  « 

And  at  th'  appointed  time  aflumes, 

The  body  God  prepares, 
£.  Much  he  reveal'd  his  father's  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd, 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufnefs, 

Where  great  aflemblies  flood. 

6.  His  father's  honor  touch'd  his  hear:, 
He  pitied  finners  cries, 

And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part, 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 

P     a     u     s     E* 

7.  No  blood  of  beads  on  altars  filed 
Could  wa(h  the  confeience  clean, 

But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid, 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

8.  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fprea^ 
And  fatan's  kingdom  fhook  ; 

Thus  by  the  woman's  prcmis'd  teed 
The  terpems  head  was  broke. 


P    S    A    L     M    XL.  93 

PSALM    XL    5,—io.  Long  Metre. 

Cbrifi  our  Sacrifice. 

'"THE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought* 
Exceed  our  praife*  furmount  our  thought  > 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  fpeech  would  taint  my  numbers  fail. 
5.  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fpilt, 
Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt  j 
But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes, 
An  all  fufficient  facrifice. 

3.  Lo !  thine  eternal  fon  appears ! 
To  thydefires  he  bows  his  cars  ; 
A  flumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4.  M  Behold,  I  come*'  (the  Saviour  cries, 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes) 

M  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

"  Of  fias,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5.  w  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
»«  'Tis in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 

•*  I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part  ; 
**  And  lo  !  Thy  law  is  in  my  heart, 

6.  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  Jaw, 
"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

*'  When  on  my  crofs  Fm  lifted  high, 
f*  Or  to  my  crown  ab  >ve  the  fky. 

7.  *«  The  fpiric  (hall  defcend  and  (how 
"  What  thou  haft  done,  and  what  I  do, 

**  The  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace, 
"  Thy  wifdora  and  thy  rightcouioefs." 

PSALM 


94 


PSALM      XLH. 


PSALM     XLI.   i%— 3.    Long  Metre, 
Charity  to  the  Poor ;  or,  Pity  to  the  Jffiified. 

BLEST  is  the  man  whofe  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor  j 
Whofe  foul  by  fympathizing  love 
Feels  what  his  fallow  faints  endure. 

2.  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  that  .his  own  hands  can*do  j 
He  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  bowels  too. 

3.  His  foul  (hall  live  fecure  on  earth, 
With  fecret  blefiings  on  his  head, 
When  drought  and  peftileace  and  death, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4.  Or  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  (ins  forgiv'n, 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heavn. 

PSALM    XL1L    1,-5. 

First  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Defertion  and  Hope  ;  or.  Complaint  of  Abftnci 

from  public  tVorjtip. 
\X7ITH  earned  longings  of  the  mind, 

My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 
2.  When  fhal!  1  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  l«ng  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3*  TemptAtiom 


PSALM      XLII.  95 

2.  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 
And  tears  are  my  repaft ; 

Pbe  foe  infults  without  coatroul, 

"  And  where's  your  God  at  !aft  ?*' 
j..  Tis  with  a  mournfal  pleafure  now 

I  think  oh  ancient  days  : 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 

And  all  cur  work  was  praife. 
.  But  why's  my  foul  funk  down  fo  far, 

Beneath  this  heavy  lead  ? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  defpair, 

And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 
6.  Hope  in  the  Lord  whofc  mighty  hand, 

Can  ail  thy  woes  remove  5 
For  1  (hall  yet  before  him  (land, 

And  fing  refloring  love. 

PSALM    XLII.     6,—  if: 

Second  Part,     Long  Metre. 

Mefdncbolly    Thoughts  reproved-,  or,  Hope  i# 

Jffiifiions. 
i.  TV/JY  fp'rit  finks  within  me,  Lord  ; 

But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
And  times  of  pail  diftrefs  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 
2;  Hugh  troubles  with  tumultuous  noife 
Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  j 
Thy  water-fpouts  drown  all  my  joys, 
ft-fid  rifing  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 

3.  Yzt  m}\  the  Lord  command  his  love 
When  I  atu!rtfs  his  throne  by  day  ; 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  (hall  hear  me  ling  and  pray. 


PSALM     XLIV.  •< 

4.  I'll  call  myfelf  before  his  feet, 
And  fay,  "  My  Gnd*  my  heav'nly  rock  ! 
"  Why  doth  thy  love  (o  long  forget 
"  The  foul  that  gtoans  beneath  thy  ftroke.'*1 

5.  Ill  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low, 
Why  mould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  ? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  him  too ; 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

6.  Thy  light  and  truth  (hall  guide  me  ftill ; 
Thy  word  (hall  my  beft  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heavn*ly  hill, 
My  God,  my  mod  exceeding  joy  / 
PSALM  XLIV.  1,2,3,8,15,2*.  Com    Mef 

The  Church's  Complaint  in  Perfmition. 

LORD  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old. 
Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
Whe»n  to  our  ears  our  fathers  loid 

The  wonders  of  their  days. 
1.  How  thou  didft  build  thy  churches  here, 

And  make  thy  gcfpel  known  ; 
Amongft  them  did  thine  arm  appear, 
Thy  light  and  glory  (hane. 

3.  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day, 
And  in  a  cheerful  throng 

Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  foi 

4,  But  now  our  fouls  arefeiz'd  with  fhamcf 
Confufion  fills  our  f 

To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet 


PSALM    XLV.  9| 

5.  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 
Nor  fa  >  fly  dealt  with  heav'n  ; 

Nor  have  our  fleps  declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n. 

6.  Tha'  dragons  all  around  us  roar 
Wich  their  deftru&ive  breath, 

And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 
Pause. 

7.  We  are  exposed  all  day  to  die 
As  martyrs  for  thy  caufe, 

As  fheep  for  (laughter  bound  we  lie 
By  fharp  and  bloody  laws. 

8.  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord  ! 
Why  Geeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 

Why  fbould  we  look  like  men  abhor'd, 
Or  banifh'd  from  thy  face  ? 

9.  Wilt  thou  forever  cad  us  oft, 
And  ftill  negleft  our  cries  ? 

Forever  hide  thy  heav'nly  iove 
From  our  affiided  eyes  ? 

10.  Down  to  the  dull  our  foul  is  bow'd, 
And  dies  upon  the  ground  \ 

Rife  forour  help  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

11.  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 
Out  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 

We  plead  the  honors  of  thy  name. 
The  merits  of  thy  blood, 
PSALM    XLV.     Short  Metre: 
»•  J^JY  Saviour  and  my  Kieg, 

Thy  beauties  are  divine ; 
I 


9  3  P    S    A    L    M      XLY. 

Thy  lips  with  blcfTings  overflow  ; 
Andev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2.  Now  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  (word, 

And  ride  in  majefty  to  fpread, 
The  conquefts  of  thy  word 

3.  Strike  thro'  thy  ftubborn  Zees, 
Or  melt  their  hearts  t*  obey, 

While  juft;oe,  meekrcefs,  grace  and'tnnhs 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4.  Thy  laws,  OGod  are  right, 
Thy  throne  (ball  ever  ftand  : 

And  thy  v  Various  gofpel  proves 

A  fcepter  in  thy  hand, 
5*  IThy  father  and  thy  God 

Hath  without  meafurc  feed 
His  fpirit  like  a  joyful  oil 

T*  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

6.  [Behold  at  thy  right  hand 
The  Gentile  church  is  feen 

Like  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  queen.] 

7.  Fair  bride  receive  his  love : 
Forget  thy  fathers  houfe  j 

torfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods; 

And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 
8    O  let  thy  God  ahd  King 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ; 
Thy  children  m*il  his  honor  fing, 

In  palaces  of  joy. 


PSALM 


PSALM      XLV.  w 

PSALM    XLV.  Common  Metre, 
The  ptrfonal  Gloria  and  Government  cf  Chrift. 

i.  T'LL  fpeak  the  honors  of  my  king  5 

JL     Hi  s  form  divinely  fair  \ 
None  of  ti*e  fons  of  mortal  race 

May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2.  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,and  heav'nly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  fhed  : 

Thy  God  with  blefiings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 

3.  Gird  on  thy  fword  victorious  prince ! 
Ride  with  majeftic  fway  : 

Thy  terror  (hall  (hike  thro*  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4.  Thy  throne,  Q  God,  forever  ftancU  i 
Thy  word  of  grace  (hall  prove 

A  peaceful  fceptrc  in  thy  hands 
To  rule  the  faints  by  love. 

5.  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  ftill, 
But  mercy  is  thy  choree  ; 

And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  mall  fill 
With  raoft  peculiar  joys. 

PSALM     XLV* 
First  Part.     Long   Metre. 
The  Glory  of  Cbriji,  and  Power  of  bis  Go/pel: 
*•  TVJO^  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fiog 

l/\    The  glories  of  my  Saviour-King,' 
fefus  the  Lord,  how  heav'nly  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  arc  ! 
t.  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
I;  fhiaes  wth  a  fuperior  grace  5 


ioo        PSALM      XLV. 

Love  frem  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  bleflings  all  bis  (late  compofe. 

3.  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  moft  mighty  Lord  ! 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword  ! 

In  majefty  snd  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide, 

4.  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart : 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  fweet 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5.  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  (lands ; 
Grace  is  the  freptre  in  thy  hands  -, 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right  j 
Juftice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

6.  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  (bed 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head, 

And  with  his  facred  fpirit  bled 
His  firft  born  fon  above  the  reft. 

PSALM    XLV. 

Second  Part.     Long  Metre; 

Cbrifi  and  bis  Church,  $ry  7 he  myftical  Marriogti 
^jpHE  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 

Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  I 
{He  comes  with  bladings  from  above, 
|And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 
fc.  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  Queen  array 'd  in.pureft  gold  : 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs; 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righ'coufnefs. 
1.  He.forms  her  beauties  like  his  own  ; 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  * 


PSALM    XLVL        io? 

Fairftranger  let  thy  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thjf  native  ftate. 

4.  So  frnll  the  King  the  more  rcjoke. 
In  th-e  the  fav'riteof  his  choice  5 
Let  him  b*  lov'd  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5.  O  happy  hour  when  thou  (halt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  ikes, 

And  all  thy  fons  a  num'rous  train, 
Each  like  a  pince  in  glory  reign. 

6.  Let  endlei's  honors  crown  his  head  5 
Let  ev'ry  cge  his  praifes.fpread; 
While  we  with  cheerful  fbngs  approve 
The  condtfeenfions  of  his  love. 

P  S  A  L  M    XLVL 

First  Part.     Long   Metre. 

Hie  Church's  Safety  and  Triumph  anting  national 
Defer lions. 

/>OD  is  the  refuge  of  hisfaints, 

When  ftorms  of  (harp  d  ftrefs  invade  ; 
£'er  we  can  offer  our  complins, 
Behold  him  prefent  with,  his  aid. 

2.  LtC  mountains  from  their  feats  be  huil'd. 
Dawn  to  the  deep  and  buried  the  e  ; 
ConvU'lions  &3I&  the,  folid  world, 

Otr  faith  (hall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3.  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
Ij  facred  peace  cur  fouls  abide  ; 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  ftnre, 
Tremoles  and  dreads  the!  welling  tide. 

I  2  4.  There, 


Sftfi        PSALM     XLVI. 

{4.  There  is  a  ftream,  whofe  gentle  flow, 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 
Lite,  love  and  joy,  (till  gliding  thro* 
And  wat'ring  oui  divine  abode. 
5.  That  facred  ftream  ?hine  holy  word, 
That  all  our  raging  fear9  controuls  ; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 
And  give  new  ftrength  to  taming  fouls, 
$.  Sion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 
Secure  againft  a  thrcat'ning  hour ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  arcn'd  with  pow'r* 

PSALM     XLVF. 

Second  Part.       Long  Metre. 

Cod  fgbts  for  his  Church. 

LET  Sion  in  her  King  rejoice, 
Tho'  tyrants  rage  and  kingdom's  rife  ; 
He  utters  his  alnvghty  vo  ce, 
The  nations  melt  the  tumult  dies, 
a.  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought  ; 
And  Jacob's  God  is  dill  our  aid  5 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought! 
What  dcfolations  he  has  made  ! 
qv,  £>om  fea  to  fea,  thro*  ail  the  fhorea 
j&e  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  : 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 
4.  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear ; 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  \ 
Keep  filence  all  the  earth,  and  hear 
Jhcfoufldand  glory  of  his  name. 


P    g    A    L    M       XLVii;        zo3 

5.  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  t<hat  I  am  God, 
P  I*li  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands  ; 

M  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad  ; 
h*  But  (lill  my  thr,cne  injSion  Rands." 

6.  O  Lord  of  hoft  almighty  King  ! 
While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell, 
Our  faith  (hall  fit  tecure  and  fing 
Defiance  to  the  gares  of  hell. 

PSALM  XLV1L  Common  Metre. 
Cbfifi  aU ending  and  reignivg, 
X.  /A  FOR  a  fhout  of  facfedjoy 

V^/     Tq  God  thsfov'reign  king  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  fcheir  tongues  employ  * 

Aid  hymns  of  triumph  fing, 
a,  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high ! 

Hisheav'nly  guards  aromnd, 
Attend  him  riling  through  the  (ky 

With  trumpets  joyful  found. 

3.  While  angels  (hout  and  pra  fe  their  king, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  ft  rains  j 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honor  fing  ; 
O'er  all  fheemh  he  reigns. 

4.  RehearCe  h#'3  pra  fe  with  awe  profound  ; 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  fong  ; 

Ncr  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found, 
Upon  a  tho'tlefs  tongue. 

5.  In  ifr'el  flood  his  ancient  throne  5 
He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  : 

But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 

And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 
§.  The  Biitilh  lfhnds  are  the  Lord's, 
\i      There  Abram's  God  is  known  \ 


ifl*        PSALM     XLVI1I. 

yVhite  powVs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fword* 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

PSALM    XLVIII.     i,—8. 
First  Part.     Short  Met«e. 
cfhs  Church  is  the  Ho?i$r  and  Safety  of  a  Nation, 
i,  [QREAT  is  the  Lord  cur  God, 

And  let  h*s  praife  be  great  ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  moft  delightful  feat. 

2.  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  ftand  / 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3.  In  Sion  God  is  known, 
A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 

How  bngfet  has  his  falvation  fljQft©- 

Thro'  all  our  palaces  ?• 
'4.  When  khgs  agaimt  her  join'd, 

*And  faw  the  Lord  was  there 
In  wifd  confufioa  of  the  mind 

They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5.  When  natives  tall  and  p^oad 
A 'tempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 

He  fends  his  temped  roaring  lefcej. 
And  fir ks  them  in  the  feas. 

6.  Oft  have  our  father**  told, 
Our  eves  haveofren  fren, 

How  well  ou»  God  lecu  es  the  fold 
Where  his  own  fheep  have  been. 

7.  in  ev'ry  new  diftreff, 
We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 

We'll 


PSALM      XLVIII.        105 

"We'll  think  upon  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 

PSALM    XLVIIL    10,-14. 

Second  Part.     Short  Metre. 

fte  Beauty  cf  the  Church;  or,  Gofpel  Worjkt 
and  Order. 

1.  XTVA.R  as  thy  name  is  known, 

J/      The  world  declares  ihy  praife  5        , 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  fongs  of  honor  raife. 

2.  With  joy  let  Judah  ftand 
On  Ston*s  chofen  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counlels  of  thy  will, 

3.  Let  ftrangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 

Compafo  and  view  thine  hely  ground, 
And  mark  the  buildiag  well  : 

4.  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
The  worfhip  of  thy  court, 

The  cheerful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows,, 
And  make  a  fair  report, 

5.  How  decent  and  how  wife! 
Mow  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes^ 

And  rights  adorn'd  with  gold. 
6i  The  God  we  worftiip  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die ; 
.Will  be  our  God  while  here  belt w,, 

And  out's  above  ihe  fky. 


PSALM     XLIX. 


10* 


PSALM    XLIX      6,— 14. 
First  P/irt.      Common  Metre. 
Pride  and  Death  ;  or,  The  Vanitj  of  LifitSRichu 
^/"HY  doth  the  man  or  riches  grow 

To  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honors  flow 
With  cv'ry  rifing  tide. 

2.  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  withfeorn,  j 
Made  of  the  felf  fame  clay, 

And  boaft  as  tho'  his  fteih  was  born 
Of  better  duft  than  they  ?] 

3.  Not  all  his  treafurescan  prccure, 
His  foul  a  fhert  reprieve, 

Redeem  from  death  one  guihy  hour, 
Or  make  hii  brother  live. 

4.  [Life  is  a  blcfling.  can't  be  f?l4, 
The  ranfom  is  tO;>  high  5 

Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  withhold, 
That  man  may  never  die.] 

5.  He  fees  the  brutjftand  the  wife, 
The  tim'rous  and  the  brave, 

Quit  their  poffeflions,  tlofe  their  eyes, 
And  haften  to  the  grave. 

6.  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 
"  My  houfe  (hall  ever  ftand: 
And  that  my  name  may  long  abide, 
M  V\\  give  it  to  my  land." 

7.  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loft,.   ] 
How  foon  his  mcm'ry  dies  ! 

His  name  is  written  in  the.duft 
Where  his  own  carcafe  lies. 

Pause. 


1 


P    S    A     L    M      XLIX. 


JOT 


Pause. 
8.  This  is  the  folly  of  fehefr  way, 

And  yet  their  Tons  as  van  ; 
Approre  thewoFds  their  fathers  fay, 

And  a&  their  works  aga  :>. 
^.  Men  void  of  wifd om  and  of  grace, 

If  honor  raifethem  high, 
Live  like  the  bead,  a  tho'defs  race, 

Aad  like  the  bead  they  die. 
ro.  [Laid  in  the  grave  like  filly  fheep, 

Death  feeds  upon  them  there,. 
Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep, 
Jo  terror  and  defpair  ] 

PSALM    XLIX.     14,  i5; 

Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Death  and  the  ReJnrreRion. 

YE  fens  of  pride  that  hare  the  juft, 
And  trample  on  thepoDr, 
Vhea  death  has  brought  you  down  to  dufr, 

Y  >ur  pomp  ftiall  rife  no  more. 

The  lad  great  day  (hall  change  the  fcenc, 

When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
Vhcn  fhall  the  juft  revive  a^d  rei^a 

O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 

When  fepVa  e  from  theflefh  ; 
nd  break  the  pnfon  of  the  grave, 
Toraifemy  bones  afrefh. 

Heav*n  is  my  everlafting  home, 
Th'  inheritance  is  fire ; 
tt  men  of  pride  their  rageiefume, 
Bnt  ril  repine  no  more. 


io3        PSALM    XLIX. 

PSALM    XLIX,    Long  Metre. 
J  be  ilcb  Sinner**  Deaths  and  the  Saznfs  Refur* 

reRion. 
^THY  do  the  proud  infulc  the  poor, 

And  boaft  che  large  eftates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ! 
a.  They  can't  redeem  one  hour  from  death, 
With  ail  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft •, 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath,  f 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  duft. 

3 .  There  the  dark  earth  and  difrtfal  fhade, 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  5 
Thatflcfh  fo  delicately  fed, 

L:es  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4.  L'ke  tho'tlefs  (beep  the  finner  dies, 
Laid  in  the  grave  for  worms  to  eat ; 
The  faints  (hall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  find  th'  eppreflbr  at  their  feer. 

5.  His  honors  perlh  in  the  dud, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blcod  : 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  Juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6.  My  Saviour  (hall  my  lifereftore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  : 
My  flefh  and  foul  (hall  part  no  more  ; 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 

PSALM     L.    i,—6. 
First  Part.     Coir; fc on  Metre. 
fb$  laH  Judgment ;  or,  The  Stints  rewarded. 

THE  Lord,  the  Judge  before  his  throne 
Bids  the  whoie  earth  draw  nigh  : 


PSALM      L.  io9 

The  nations  near  the  rifing  fun, 

And  near  the  weftcra  (kr. 
«.  No  more  (hal  b'od  blafphemers  fay> 

••  Judgement  will  ne'e    be^in  j" 
No  moreabulc  his  long  delay, 

To  impudence  and  fia. 
3    T*  ron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  fhallcorae* 

Bright  Bamts  prepare  h  s  way, 
Thunde    and  darknefs,  fire  and  ftorm, 

Lead  on  the  dreadful  day, 

4.  Heav'o  from  above  his  call  fhall  hcar^ 
Attending  Angels  come  ; 

And  cnth  and  hell  frail  know  and  fear 
His  juftice  and  .their  doom* 

5.  *'  But  ga  her  ail  my  faint?,  (he  cries) 
*6  That  made  their  peace  with  God 

"  By  the  Redeemer's  iacrifice, 
"  And  fcal'd  k  with  his  bleed, 

6.  «*  Their  faith  and  works  bro't  forth  to  light 
"  Shall  make  the    ncrld  confefs 

"  My  fentesce  of  reward  is  right, 
**  And  heav$B  adore  my  grace. 

PSALM  L.  Second  Part.  CommonMetre* 

Obedience  is  fatter  than  Sam  fee. 

'J'Hus  iaich  the  Lord,  "  The   fpadoua  fields 

U  And  flocks  and  herds  arc  m  ne^ 
"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills, 

"  1  claim  a  right  divine. 
2.  "  I  afk  no  fheep  for  facrifke, 
'*  $or  bullocks  turnt  with  fire  \ 

K  «  To 


no  P     S    A     L    M       L. 

?  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praifc* 
"  Is  *11  that  i  require. 

3.  "  Gall  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 
"  My   hand  fhal!  fet  thee  free  * 

"  Then  {hall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
«*  The  honor  due  to  me. 

4.  "  The  man  1  hat  offers  humble  praife, 
**  He  glorifies  me  bed : 

**  And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  ways, 
;«  Shall ^my  ialvation  ufte." 

PSALM     L.     1,5,8,16,21,22. 
Third  Part.    Common  Metre. 
*be  Judgement  cf  Hjpocrkes. 
\17Hsn  Chrift  to  judgment  (hall  defeced, 

And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 
2.  M  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flam 

' "  Will  1  the  world  reprove  ; 
«l  Altajs  and  rites  and  forms  are  vaio, 

"  Without  the  fire  of  love.    . 
*.  «  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  facrifice  ? 
«  They  call  my   ftatutes  jufl  and  true, 

««  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 
4.  «  Could  you  cxpe&  to  '(cape  my  iightt 

m  And  fui  without  contrcul  ? 
«'  But  1  (hall  bring  your  crin  es  to  light, 

«<  With  angwifh  in  your  foul 
r.  Confider,  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrtth  appear  s 


P     S     A    L'M      L.  hi 

If  ence  yoa  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there, 

PSALM     L.     Long  Metre. 
Hypccrify  expofed. 
*T*HE  Lord  the  judge  his  churches  warns. 

Let  hypocrites  at  end  arc  fear, 
Who  place  their  hopes  in  rues  and  forms-. 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 
*.  Viic  wretches  dare  rehear fe  his  name, 
With  lips  of  falfcood  and  deceit ; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  (both  and  Saner  thofe  ihey  hate. 

3.  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  (eek  their  maker's  face  1 

They  take  his  cor*nant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4.  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  bands  unclean, 
Defil'd  with  luft,  defil'd  with  blood  5 

By  night  they  praelife  ev'ry  fin. 
By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God.1 
And  while  his  judgments  long  delay* 
They  grow  fecure,  and  fin  the  more  1 
They  think  he  deeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 
6.  O  dreadful  hour !  when  God  draws  near^ 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  I 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  fhail  tear, 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 
PSALM      L.    To  a  new  Tunei 
Ibi  laft  judgment. 

TH&  Lot  I,  the  fsT'teiga  (coda  his  fat&maoi  forth, 
CaUs  &&  Ucih  aatioai,  aad  awakes  the  wwib, 


Hi  PSALM      L. 

From  eafl  to  weft  the  founding  orders  fp  ecd, 

Thro'  dift.nt  *orlih  ani  regions  of  the  dead  : 

li>  more  ftn\l  -thcifli  m  ck  bis  long  delay  : 

His  veegcance  flceps  do  mot^t:  Behold  the  day  / 

a    Heboid  the  judge  defends,'  his  goards  are  nigh, 

Ten  pert  aad  fire  attend  him  down  the  (ky  ; 

Hciv'o,  earth  sod  bell  dr^w  near  /   let  al>  things  come 

To  hear  hit  juftice,  aoi  the   ficoer'j  doom  : 

Bat  gather  nrtt  my  faints  (the  judge  commands) 

Drmgikem,  ye  angels  from  their  cl»rtao»  lauds. 

3.   heboid  my  cov'oant  Chads  forever  good, 

S*al\J  by  ih"  eternal  facriBce  io  b'ood. 

Aod  figu'd  with  all  their  names,  the  Creek  the  JeW» 

That  paid  the  aoeieat  worftip  or  the  new, 

There's  00  dMioclion  here,  eo»e  fpreid  their  tkrocel, 

And  near  me  (eat  my  fav'sitef  ?od  my  foos. 

4    I  the  Alnrgrny  Saviour  and  thcr  Cod, 

1  a-*)  their  jo/tge,  ye  hear'ot  preelaira  abroad 

My  jaft  eternal  lenience,  and  declare, 

Thofe  awfol  truths  that  firmer*  dread  to  hear  ' 

Sin  e*  io  Zioo  tremble  and  retire  ; 

]  doom  the  painted  hypcerite  to  fire. 

5.  Not  for  the  want  of  govts  or  aallecks  lata, 

Do  I  eoodemo  thee  ;  kalis  and  goats  are  tain, 

Without  the  issues  of  love      Jo  tain  the  ftorc 

Of  biota!  off  rings  that  were  mi*e  before  ; 

Mioe  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favtge  breed, 

Flocks,  herds,  aod  fields  a*d  fereRs  where  they  feed^ 

6    If  !  e/fcre  hungry  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 

When  <3id  I  thirft,  or  drink  thy  ba'loeks  blood  ? 

Can  I  be  latte'C-3  with  thycrioging  bnws, 

Thy  felerno  chatt'rtog',  or  faotaftic  vo*s  ? 

Are  my  eyes  eharoVd  thy  vettments  to   behold, 

Glaring  in  gems  and  gay  in  wor'n  gold  ? 

7.  Unthinking  wretch  J»ow  coaMft  thon  hope  to  pieife 

A  God,  a  fpirit  with  Tuch  toys  as  the'e  ? 

While  with  ray  grace  and  ftatatei  on  thy  toogae 

Thoa  Itff'ft  deceit,  and  doft  tby  brother  wrong  ! 


PSALM     L;  113 

la? iio  to  piitts  forms  thy  »ca1  pretends, 

Thiers  and  adalt'rers  ire  thy    hofen  friend*. 

t.  Silcat  I  waited  with  long  fif  'ring  lott, 

Bat  didft  th§«  hopet'.  at  I  woald  ee'er  reprofc  ? 

And  cheriihfach  10  impious  thought  within, 

That  God  the  righteoat  weald  indulge  thy  Go  I 

Behold  my  terrors  mow  ;  my  thandcr*  roll, 

And  thy  own  crimes  tffirigfitthy  guilty  foul. 

9.  Sinners,  awake  betiacs  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife, 

Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ; 

Cfeioge  year  ?aU  tbo'ct  year  crooked  works  tmetd, 

fly  to  Hie  fat  ioar,  make  the  jadge  yoar  friend ; 

LeH  like  a  lion  his  left  vengeance  tear 

Yoor  trembling  fools »  tod  no  dclir'rer's  near, 

PSALM    L.  To  the  old  proper  Tune, 
Zbt  lafi  Judgment f 

THE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummoos  forth,, 
Calls  the  tooth  nations,  and  awakes  the  earth  % 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  foVrcigo  orders  fpread, 
Thro*  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead, 
The  trumpet  fooods,  hell  trembles,  heair'n  rejoicety 
lilt  •?  yoor  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerfot  voices. 
a  No  more  (hall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance  Seeps  00  more  :  behold  the  day  ! 
Behold  the  judge  descends,  his  guards  are  nigh  ; 
Temped  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fey, 
"When  God  appeals  all  nature  mail  tdorc  him, 
While  JjnocTs  tremble,  dints  rejoice  before  him, 

3.  Hcav'o,  earth  end  hell  draw  Bear  Jet  til  thiegs  csmc 
To  bear  my  joAice.  and  the  Sneer's  doom  ; 

But  gathet  firft  my  hints  (the  judpe  commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  difiant  lands 
When  Chtid  returns,  wake  eVry  cheerful  pa  {Son, 
And  moot,  ye  faint*  /  he  comes  for  your  faJvatsob. 

4.  Behold  I  my  covVaot  ftaoda  forever  good, 
Seal'd  be  the  eternal  fscrifica  in  blood, 

Af 

X  2 


*i4  PSALM      L. 

And  fign'd  with  i!1  the'r  names,  the  Creek  tko  Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip  or  the  oew, 
There's  no  diftic&ioo  htrc,  join  all  your  ? oices, 
Aod  raifc  your  heads,  ye  faints  for  htav'n  rejoices. 

5.  Here  (faith  the  Lord)  yc  aojels  fpread  their  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  foos  : 

Come,  my  redeem  d,  poffefs  the  joys  piepar'd, 
E'er   ime  began  ;   'tis  yoar  divine  reward 
When  Chrift  return's,  wake  ev'ry  cheer fol  psffien, 
And  (hoot,  ye  faints  I  be  comes  for  your  fat  ration. 

Pause   I. 

6.  I  am  the  favioar,  I  the  almighty  God  ; 

I  am  the  judge  ;  ye  hcav 'os  proclaim  abroad, 
My  juft  ccrnal  fcatence   sod  declare 
Ihoic  awful  tmihi  that  Goners  dread  to  hear. 
When  God  appean  ail  nature  (hall  adore  him  ; 
"While  6nncra  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7.  Stand  forth  thou  bald  blafphcmer,  and  profane, 
How  feel  my  wrath,  0  or  call  sny  thrcat'oings  vain  : 
Thou  hypocrite,  once  dreft  in  faints  attire, 

I  dooat  ihee  painted  hypocrite  to  fire, 

Judgment  precceda.  hell  trembles,  heav'o  rejoices, 

iMt  op  your  he»»rl»    yc  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

8.  Not  for  the  warn  of  goats  er  boltcb  ilain 
X)q  I  condemn  thee,  bolls  and  geats  arc  vain 
WitbooK  the  fhfics  of  lore.     In  vain  the  Here 
Of  brtital  ofT'rioss  that  were  mine  before. 
Earth  is  the  Lord'i  all  nature  mail  idore  him  ; 
"While  fionsrs  tre^bfe.  Saints  rejoice  before  hits, 
o.  If  I  were  huagry  would  I  aflc  thee  food, 
Wken  did  I  thirtl  or  drink  thy  bullocks  blood  ? 
Mine  are  the  tamer  he*ft    an,d  favagc  breed, 
flocks,  herds  and  field*,  and  forefts  where  they  feed. 
AH  is  'He  Lord's,  he  rules  the  wide  creation, 
Gives  tinners  vengeance,  and  the  faints  falvatioi. 
10  Can  1  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
tt'hy  falsma  chat  'ring?  and  Metallic  to wi  ? 

Arc 


P    S    A    L    M     L.  115 

JAre  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  ve2oents  to  behold, 
Glatiag  ia  genu,  and  gay  ia  werca  geld  ? 
God  u  the  judge  of  nea  ts,  so  fair  difgaifet 
C*Q  fcrcca  the  guiJty  w&en  his  icogeance  rifes. 

Pause    II! 

11.  Uotainkiog  wretth  how  coaid'ft  thoo  hope  to  pic/ 
A  God,  1  fpirit,  wua  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 

While  with  m /  grace  aid  ftattHes  00  th^  tongue, 
Thoo  lork  decoit.  aoft  dof*  thy  brother  wronr  ! 
Juigmeat  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heaf'n  rejoices, 
Life  up  ynor  heads,  ye  fains,  with  cbea  fa!  ?oicci. 

12.  lo  taia  to  pioas  forms  thy  zeal  pretends  ; 
Thieves  aod  ida't'rers  are  thy  chofeo  frieads ; 
While  the  laiieflat'rcr  at  my  altar  waits, 

Hi*  hardea'd  fool  divine  inftra&ioo  hates, 
God  is  tsie  juilge  or  hearts,  00  fair  difguifes 
Caa  fcresa  the  gai  ty  when  hit  »e  gsaoc*  fifes. 

13.  Sileat  I  waited  wi-h  long  fuffciiog  io*s  ; 
Bui  dUft  thou  hope  that  1  wsa  d  ne'er  reprove  ! 
And  cherim  fach  an  'msisus  thought  withio, 
That  the  al;-holy  woald  indulge  thy  fin  ? 

See  Gii  appears,  ill  nations  join  to  adore  him  5 
JalgnuQt  ?r  ceeds.  and  SanersfalJ  before  him. 

14.  Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  tho-nder's  roll, 
Aai  thy  owa  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foal. 
No*  like  a  lioo  (hal    my  vengeance  tear 

Thy  bleedisg  heart  and  oa  delis'ret's  oear  .• 
Joigmsat  concludes,  hell  trembles,  heav'orejo'ect, 
Lift  oaj  yoar  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cbesrfol  voices. 

Epi  PHON  EM  A. 
Sinners,  awake  br times,  ye  fools  be  wife, 
Awake  before  th:s  dreadful  morning  rife  : 
Chaoge  yoar  vain  thoughts,  yoar  er joked  works  amend, 
Fly  to  ths  Savioar  make  the  judge  your  frieod. 
Then  j^in  the  faiats,  wake  e»'ry  cbeetful  pafien  ; 
Whea  Ghrift  retarm  he  cones  fa  1  yofft  falvation. 

PSALM 


I 


liS         PSALM        LI. 

PSALM     LI. 

FiR9T  Part.     Long  Metre, 
A  Penitent  pleading  fcr  Pardon^ 
U  QHEW  pity,  Lord  \  O  Lord  forgive, 

i3  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free, 
May  not  a  fmner  trull  in  thee  ? 
a.  My  crimes  are  great  but  don't  farpafe 
The  pow*r  and  glory  of  thy  gra«e  : 
Great  God  !  thy  nature  hath  no  bound. 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3.  0  wafh  rny  foul  from  ev*ry  fin, 
And  make  my  guilty  confeience  clean  5 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  paft  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4.  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  confer** 
Againft  thy  law,  again;!}  thy  grace  ; 
Lord  fhould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
lam  condem'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5.  Should  fudden  vengjeanqe  feize  my  breath,' 
1  muft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  \ 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  helf, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 
€.  Yet  lave  a  trembling  (inner,  Lord, 
"Whofc  hope  ftill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  feme  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  fupport  aga'tnft  defpair. 

PSALM  LI.  Stun  J  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Original  and  aflual  Sin  confeffed. 

1*T    ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  rn  fin  % 
JLf  And  born  onholyand  unclean  \ 


P    S    A    L    M      LI.  117 

Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  his  race  and*  taints  us  all. 
t,  Saon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
rhe  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  \ 
rhy  law  dtmands  a  perfcft  heart  i 
Bat  we'er  defied  in  cv'ry  part. 
|,  [Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
&nd  form  my  fp'trie  pure  and  true  : 
3  make  me  wife  betimes,  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.) 
|i  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face  \ 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  : 
hfo  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  ; 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5.  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Nor  hyffop-branch,  nor  fprinkling  prieft, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 
Can  wa(h  the  difmal  flain  away. 

6.  Jefus,  my  God,  thy  bload  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone  •, 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow  5 
No  Jewifh  types  could  cleanfe  me  fo. 

7.  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  fiefh  £or  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe  * 

Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pardVing  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rcpice. 
PSALM    Li  Third  Part.  Long  Met! 
The  backflider  rsliored  5    or,  Repentance  sn, 

faith  in  the  blood  of  Christ. 
Q  Thou  that  hear'ft  whan  fmners  cry, 
Tho'  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 

J  Behold 


i*8  PSALM      LI. 

Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  niem'ry  from  thy  book, 

a.  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 

And  torm  my  foul  avcrfe  to  fin  ; 

Let  thy  good  fpirit  r>e9er  depart, 

Nor  hide  thy   prefence  from  my  heart 

3.  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Caft  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight : 

Thine  holy  joys  my  God  reftorc  5 

And  guard  me  that  I  ,*a)l  no  more. 

a.  Tho*  I  have  griev'd  thy  fpirit,  Lord, 

Thy  help  and  comfort  .Mill  afford: 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  th* one, 

To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

£.  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 

Is  all  the  facrifice  1  bring  j 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 

A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6.  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft* 

And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  1 

Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 

And  fave  the  foul  condemned  to  die. 

7-  Th«n  will  I  teach  the  World  thy  ways  i 

Sinners  (hall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  5 

Til  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 

And  they  (hail  praife  a  pard'ningGod. 

#.  O  may  thy  love  infpirc  mj  tongue ! 

Salvation  Shall  be  all  my  fong ; 

And  all  my  pow'rs  (hall  join  to  blefs 

The  Lord,  my  Strength  and  Righteoufnefs, 


PSALM 


PSALM      LI.  1J.9 

PSALM  LI.  3  —13  Firft  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Original  and  aBual  Sin  confeffcd  and  pardoned^ 

T  ORD,  I  would  (pread  my  fore  diftrcfs 

And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  •, 
Againftthy  laws,  againft   thy  grace 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

2.  Should'ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  he!!., 
And  crufh  my  flefli  &o  daft, 

Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
And  earth  mull  own  it  juft. 

3.  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came, 
Unholy  and  unckan  ; 

All  my  original  is  flume, 
.  And  all  my  nature  Sa. 

4.  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
Contagion  with  my  breath, 

And  as  my  days  advan'd,  I  grew 
Ajufter  prey  for  death. 

5.  Cieaafe  me,  O  Lord,  and  shear  my  foul 
With  thy  forgiving  love ; 

O  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6.  Let  not  thy  Spirit  quire  depart, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  Face  % 

Create  anew  rny  vicioip  heart, 
And  641  it  with  thy  grace. 

7.  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  knowa 
Before  the  ions  of  men  ; 

Backfliders  fhall  addrels  thy  chrone,  - 
And  tura  to  God  again, 

PSALM 


:2o 


PSALM      LIH. 


PSALM   LI.    14,— 17.  f«.  Part.  C.  ty 

Repentance  and  Faith  in  the  Blood  of  Christ 

1.  r\  God  of  Mercy,  hear  my  call, 

My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Break  down  the  feparating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2.  Give  Hie  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 

Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3.  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifers  fiaiti 
For  fin  could  eV  atone  ; 

The  death  of  Chrift  fhall  fti!l  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4.  A  loul  oppreft  with  fin's  defwt 
My  God  will  ne'er  defpife ; 

A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  tur  belt  facriEce. 

PSALM   LIIT.  4—6 

ViSfory  and  Deliverance  from  Perjccntion. 

ARE  all  the  foes  of  Sion  fooli, 
Who  thus  devour  her  faints  ? 
Do  they  not  hnow  her  faviour  rules, 

And  pities  her  complaints  ? 
2.  They  (hall  befeiz'd  with  fad  furprife  ; 

For  God's  revenging  arm 
Scatters  the  bones  of  them  that  rife 

To  do  his  children  harm. 
3;  In  vain  the  ions  of  fatan  boaft 
Of  armies  in  array  ; 

JrVh 


PSALM      LV. 


12* 


When  God  has  firft  cifpers'd  their  heft, 

They  fa!i  an  eafy  prey. 
4.  O  for  a  word  from  Sion's  King 

Her  captives  to  rellore  ! 
Jacob  with  all  his  tribes  (ball  fing, 

And  Judab  weep  no  more. 
PSALM  LV.  1-8,  16-18,  22.  Com.  Metre? 

Support  for  the  affliftid  and  tempted  SouL 
0  God,   myrefuge,    hear  my  cries 

Behoid  my  flawing  tears  ; 
For  earth  and  he!i  my  hurt  devife, 

Ad  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2.  Their  rage  is  Jeveli'd  at  my  life, 
My  foul  with  guilt  (hey  lead, 

And  fili  my  thoughts  with  inward  firfe, 
To  (hake  my  hope  in  God. 

3.  With  inward  pain  my  heaa-ftrings  found, 
I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  : 

Honor  and  fear  befet  me  round, 
Amongft  the  made*  of  death. 

4.  O  were  I  like  a  fea  her'd  dove, 
And  innocence  had  wings, 

I'd  fly,  and  make  a'org  remove 
From  all  cfecfe  reftlefs  things 

5.  Let  me  to  fome  wild  dears  go, 
And  find  a  peaceful  home  ; 

Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  b!owt 
Temptations  never  come. 

6.  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  jrvemiens  all, 
10  fcapethe  rage  of  hell  I 

The  miphty  Gcd  on  whem  I  call 
I     can  fave  mt  here  as  wtlh 

j-rr L  O 


I**        PSALM      LV. 

Pause. 

7.  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 
At  noon  repeat  my  cry  •, 

The  night  (hall  hear  me  a(k  his  grace  j 
Nor  will  he  long  deny, 

8.  God  (hall  prcferve  my  foul  frcrn  fear, 
Or  fhteld  me  when  afraid ; 

Ten  troufand  angels  muft  appear, 

If  he  command  their  aid. 
g    I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lcrb, 

The  Lord  fuftains  them  all; 
My  courage  refts  opon  his  wordf 

That  faints  (hall  never  fall, 
jo.  My  hipheft  ^opes  (hall  not  be  vain* 

Mv  lips  (hallfpread  his  praife  1 
.While  duel  ard  decetful  men 
Scarce  lve  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM  LV.    17,  19,  *a.  Short  Metre. 
Dangerous  Profper*y  ;  or,  Daily  EwtUn  tw 

1  T    FT  finned  tike  their  courfe, 

JL/    And  chr°fe  tfep  road  w  *        9 
J}t>'  in  the  wnftpof  mv  G' D 

I'M  frerd  mv  da  lv  b»eath. 
■m    Mv  thoughts  ardrefs  his  thtofe  || 

'  When  morning  brir  gs  the  1'ght  j 
I  feeV  h'f  Weffingev'iyropn, 

And  ravmv    vows  at  right, 
3    T^ou  wit  reaa^d  my  cn*s> 

O  my  eternal  God,  ^.ji 


PSALM    LVI.  123 

While  finnersperilh  in  furprife 
B^neajtfv  thine  angry  rod. 

4.  B«caufe  they  dwell  at  cafe, 
Acid,  no  fad  changes  feel, 

They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  narne^ 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5.  But  I  with  all  my*cares 
Wili  lean  upon  the  Lor  d  ; 

1*11  cad  my  burden  on  his  arm. 

And,  r^ft  upon  his  word. 
*.  His  arm  (hall  well  fuftain 

The  children  of  his  Ipve ; 
Tae  ground  on  which  th<?ir  fafety  (lands 

Sfo  earthly.  powVcan  njove. 

PSALM    LVi.    Coamon  Metre;  1 
Dc'Hterance  frm  Qppreffion  and  PalJhioA  *  or,1 
God'j  Care  of  bis  People,  in  Anfmr  to  Faith 
and  Prayer. 

OThou  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high,      " 
And  makes  th*  oppreflbr  ceafe  j 
Bshold  how  envious  (liners  try 

To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 
i.  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 

Join  todevou  ms.  Lord  j 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife^ 

My  refuge  is  thy  word. 
J.  In  God  moft  holy  juft  and  true; 

I  have  repo&M  my  truft  5 
Sot  will  I  fear  what  flefh  can  do3 
a  THe  offspring  of  the  duft, 

^Thejr 


124  PSALM      LVL 

4.  They   wreft:  my  words  to  nvfchief  (till, 
Charge  me  with  unknown  faults ; 

Mifchief  doth  all  their  counfels  ri:i, 
And  malice  alUheir  thoughts, 

5.  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 
Mud  their  devices  ft  and  ? 

O  caft  the  haughty  fmner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand, 

Pause, 

6.  God  counts  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 
The'r  groans  affecYhis  ears  ♦, 

Thou  haft  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  my  tears. 

7.  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 
The  wicked  fear  and  flee  % 

Sofwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  (ky, 
So  near  is  God  to  roe. 

8.  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft  and  true,1 
I  have  repos'd  ray  truft ; 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

9.  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me  Lord, 
Thou  (halt  receive  my  praWe  \ 

I'll  frog,  "  How  faithful  is  t&y  word  ! 
44  How  righteous  all  thy  ways  1" 

10.  Thou  haft  fecurM  my  foul  from  death* 
O  fet  thy  pm'ner  free : 

That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May  be  employ 'd  for  thee. 


PSALM 


P   S    A    L    M     LVH.  i2£ 

PSALM   LVII.    Long  Metre. 
Praifi  far  Prott6tion%  Grace  and  Truth 

MY  God,  in  whom  are  ali  the  fprings 
Of  boundlefs  love,and  grace  unknowflj 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
'Till  the  da  k  cloud  is  overblowjn. 
t.  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  crjr, 
The  Lord  will  my  de&  es,  perform  ; 
He  fends  his  angels  from  the  fky, 
And  faves  me  from  the  threat'nisg  ftcrnu 

3.  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  Gop, 
Above  the  heav'ns  where  angelsxlwell ; 
Thy,  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  cell. 

4.  My  heart  is  &x*d:  my  fong  fiiall  raife. 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 

5.  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns. 
And  teaches  to  the  utmofi  iky  5 

His  truth  toendlefa  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  diffolve  and  die* 

6.  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God,  3 
Above  the;  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  % 
Thy  pow'ron  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  lanQ  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSA  LM    LYIIL    Ai  the  1 13  Wain> 

Warning  to  Magifiratu. 

JUDGES,  who  ruk  the  world  by  lawsy 
WHl  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufc, 

L  2  When 


n6         PSALM      LVI1I. 

Whan  th*  injur'd  poor  before  you  (lands  ? 
'  Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
;  And  let  rich  Tinners  Ycape  (ecu re, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribeyour  hands? 

2.  Have  ye  forgot,  or  neier  knew 

'  Tba  God  will  judge  tine  judges  too  K      * 
\      High  in  the  heav'np  his  juftice  reigns  ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  fend  your  bold  dcc.ees  abroad, 
Tj  bfod  the  ccnfcjence  in  your  chains. 

3.  A  poforAi  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  flaarp  the  poifon  ftrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds  \ 
You  hear  no  c  uofels,  cries,  or  tears  i 
So  the  deaf  adder  (lops  her  ears 

Againflthe  pow'r  of  charming  founds^ 

4.  Break  out  their  teeth,   eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  biood  ; 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  dud; 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
JJefore  the  fweeping  tempcft  ft  es, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft* 

5.  Th*  Almighty  thunders  from  the  (ky, 
Their  grandeBr  melts,  their  titjei  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  dillolve  and  run  ; 
Cr  foails  that  perifh  in  their  (1  me, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  lee  the  fun. 
&  Thus  lhall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  fby  to  faints  afford  5 

And  all  that  hear  lhall  join  a,nd  fay, 

!!  Sure 


PSALM      LX.         i*7 

Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 
44  And  will  their  fuff'rings  well  repay." 

PSALM    LX.    1,-5.  io,— 12. 

First  Part.     Common  Metre. 

)*  «  Bay  of  Humiliation  for  Difappointmentt 
in  War. 

LORD,  haft  thou  caft  the  nation  off  ? 
Mud  we  forever  mourn  ? 
Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath  ? 

Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

The  terror  of  one  frown  of  thine 

Melts  all  our  ftrength  away  *• 
Jike  men  that  totter,  drunk  with  wine, 

We  tremble  in  difmay. 
|.  Great-Britain  (hakes  beneath  thy  &roke9 

And  dreads  thy  threatning  hand  j 
}heal  the  ifland  thou  haft  broke  -t 

Confirm  the  wav'ring  land. 

Lift  up  abanner  in  the  field 

For  thofe  that  fear*  thy  name  i 
iave  thy  beloved  with  thy  fhield, 

And  put  our  foes  to  fhamc. 

Gi  with  our  armies  to  the  fighf3 

Like  a  coufedVate  God  -, 

vain  confed'rate  pow'rs  unite 

Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 

Our  troop3  (hall  gain  a  wide  renown 

By  thy  affixing  hand  $ 
Tis  God  that  treads  the  mighty  down, 

And  makes  the  feeble  ftand.  PSALM 


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iig  PSALM    LXI. 

PSALM  LXI.  1,-6.  Short  Metre? 

Safety  in  GOD. 

\Xf  HEN  overwhelmed  with  grief 

My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplels  and  far  from  all  relief 

To  heav'n  I  life  mine  eyes* 
2»  O  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  mj  head  5 
And  make  the  Ct  vert  of  thy;  wings 

My  fhe'ter  and  my  (hade, 

3.  Within  thy   presence,  Lord, 
Forever  I'll  abide ; 

Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4.  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 
Of  thole  that  fear  thy  name  j 

If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 

I  fhaH  pofiefs  the  fame. 
PSALM    LXIl.  5,-1 2  .Long  Metre 
JV*  Truji  in  the  Creatures ;  or,  faith  in  Dtom* 
Grace  and  Power. 

\f  Y  fpirit  looks  to  GoD  alone  5 

My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  » 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  ftraits. 
My  foul  on  his  ftlvation  waits, 
a.  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pom  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  ♦• 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade) 
Cop  tsour  all-fvfficicnt  aid* 

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PSALM      LXIIL         129 

Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 

jie  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 

aid  h  the  balance,  b  Jth  appear 

•ight  as  a  puff  cf  empty  air. 
Make  not  encreaftng  gold  your  truft, 

or  fet  your  hearts  on  gltu'ring  dolt ; 

fhy  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  imoke, 

,nd  not  believe  what  Goo  has  fpoke  ? 
Once  has  his  awfdl  voice  declar'd, 

nee  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due  * 
He  muft  be  fear'd,  and  truftcd  too." 
For  fpv'reignpo^'r  reigns  net  alone, 

race  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  ; 

'hy  grace  and  juftice,   mighty  Lord, 

hall  well  divide  cur  laft  reward. 

PSALM      LXIII, 

First  Part.      Common  Metre. 

The  Morning  cf  a  Lord's-Day. 

'h>ARLY,  my  Ggd,  wkhout  delay, 
2j     I  hafle  to  feek  thy  lace  : 
\y  thirfty  fpirct  faints  away, 

Without  thy  chearing  grace. 
So  plgrims  on  the  Icorching  fand, 

Beneath  a  burning  fky, 
ong  for  a  cooling  ftream  at  hand, 

And  they  muft  drink  or  die, 

I've  Teen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'jr 

Thro'  all  thy  temple  (hine  * 
[y  Goi>,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 

That  vifion  fo  divine.  4..  Not 


«3*        PSALM     LXIII. 

4-  Not  ali  the  bleffings  of  a  feaft 

Can  plcafe  my  foulfo  well 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  1  tafte. 

And  in  thy  prefence  dwell* 

5.  Not  life  itfelf,  with  ail  her  joys, 
Can  my  beft  paflions  move, 

Or  raifefo  high  my  chearful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6.  Thus,,  'till  my  laft  expiring  day, 
I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King; 

Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  tofing. 

PSALM   LXIII.    6t-io: 

Sicond  Pakt.    Common  Metre. 

Midnight  Thoughts  recclkBed. 

*npWAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
a  A       I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight, 

Amidft  the  darkeft  hour. 
t.  My  flefh  lay  refting  on  my  bed, 

My  fowl  arofe  on  high; 
"  My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,  I  fa;$ 

Bring  thy  falvation  nigh." 
3.  My  fpirit  labours   up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'nly,  road  ; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  (till, 

While  I  purfue  my  God. 
4»  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 

The  fhad«wof  thy  wings  5 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid  ; 

My  tongue  awakes  and  fiugs.  5.  Bit 


PSALM      LXIII.  x3i 

f^ut  the  deftroyersof  my  peace 
ail  free  and  rage  in  vain  ; 
tempter  (bail  forever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  be  Ham. 
,  Thy  fword  (hail  give  my  foes  to  death. 
And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
I  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  to  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM    LXIH.  Long  Metre, 

wtging  after  God  :  ©r,  The  Love  of  God  Ut- 
ter than  Life* 

^%  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim : 
J  Thou  art  mv  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  j 
he  glories  that  com oofe  thy  name, 
:and  all  engaged  to  make  me  bleft. 

Thou  ^reat  and  good,  thoujuft  and  wife, 
hou  art  my  Father  and  my  God, 
id  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties,  ^ 

hv  fon,  thy  fervant  bought  with  blood. 

With  heart,  and  eves,  and  lifted  haads, 
or  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
s  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 
*Bt  for  the  ceolmg  water-brook. 

With  early  feet  I  love  t*  appear 
roong  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face, 
h  have  I  feen  thy  glory  rhere. 
nd  felt  the  pow*r  of  fov'reign  grace. 

Not  frutsnor  wines  »hat  tempt  our  tafte, 
sral  tSe  joys  our  fenfes  know, 
>uld  make  me  fo  divinely  b'eft, 

raife  my  chearful  paflion  fo.  6.   My 


131        PSALM     LXIII. 

6.  My  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love  j 
No  tafte  of  pleafure  could  *  fiord  ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove, 

If  I  were  ban ifh'd  from  the  Lord. 

7.  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  or  n>ght, 
When  bufy  cares  affl.d  my  head, 

One  thf  ught  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refreilment  to  my  bed. 

8.  I*iJ  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raiie  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  ; 
This  work  (hall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM     LXJII.  Short  Metrt 
Seeking  GOD. 
J^|Y  God,  permit  mv   tongue 

This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ♦, 
And  Jet  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 

2.  My  thl-ftv  tainting  foul 
Thy  xnercy  doth  implore;  i 

Not  travellers  in  defart  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3.  Within  thy  chuches,  Lord," 
I  long  to  find  a  \  lace  ; 

Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thv  quitkVng  graced 

4.  For  lifewi  h<  ut  thy  love 
No  rel  fh  can  afford  ; 

No  joy  tan  be  cempar'd  with  this, 
Toierveand  pleafe  theLcRD. 

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PSALM      LXV.        133 

tTo  thee  J*jl  lift  my  hands, 
And  praife  thea  wh:!e  I  live  ; 
oc  the  rich  dainties  of  a  fe*ft, 
Such  food  or  pteafure  give.- 

6.  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 
I  call  m>  God  eo  fnind  ; 

I  chink  how  w;fe  thy  counfefs  are. 
And  all  thy  dealing>  kind. 

7.  Stnce  thou  hail  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  fpiri?  fl  es, 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 

M    cheerful  hope  relies. 
8    The  fhadowof  thy  wings 
\  My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  : 

1  fol*p  v  where  my  fasfcer  leads, 

And  he  fupports  my  #eps. 

PSALM    LXV.  1—5- 
First  Part.     Long    Metre. 
Public  Prayer  and  Praife. 
PHE  p;a:fe  of  Sson  waits  for  thee,  " 

Mv  God  1  and  praife  becomes  thy  faoufe  .* 
Fhere  flhali  thy  fain; st~y  glory  fee, 
And  theie  perform  th)  public  vows. 

2  O  thou,  whofe  mercy  bends  the  fldes 
Ttffave  when  humble (i  it)  eta  prav  ; 
All  la^>ds  to  thee  mail  lift  their  eyes, 
And  flinds  of  the  northern  fea. 
$.    Aginft  my  wil]  my  fins  prevail, 
%dt  grace  fhall  pu  ge  aw^y  their  Qiin  \ 

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134         PSALM       LXV. 

The  blood  of  Chrlft  will  never  fail, 
To  vr*fh  my  garments  white  ?gain. 

4.  B'eft  is  the  rmn  whem  thcu  fhalt  choofe, 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 

To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  fne. 

Pausj, 

5.  Let  Babel  fear  when  Sion  prays, 
Babel  prepare  for  leng  diftrefs, 
When  Sion'sGcd  himfelf  arrays 

In  terror  and  in  righteoufnefs. 

6.  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflicted  faints  requeft  ; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love,  to  give  his  cfiurches  reft", 

7.  Then  (hall  the  flecking  nations  run 
To  Sic  nfs  hill  and  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  tiling  and  the  fetting  fun 

Shall  fee  the  Savicur's  name  adorM; 

PSALM     LXV.     5,— 15; 
Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Diviit  Pr evidence  in  Air,  Earth  and  Sea  ;  OT< 
Tie  God  of  Nature  and  Grace. 

HpHE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 
■*    Tbe  groans  of  Sicn  m  x'd  with  tears  5 
Yec  when  he  comes  with  kind  dcfigns, 
Thro*  ail  the  way  his  ferrcr  fhines. 
2.  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
tar  as  theeaith's  remoteft  ends, 

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PSALM      LXV. 

■ficre  the  creator's  name  is  known 
W nature's  feeble  Light  alone. 

Saib  rs  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Iddrefs  tbei   frighted  fouls  to  Got, 
When  tempefts  rage  and  billows  rear, 
U  dreadful  diftance  from  the  more. 
.   He  b;ds  the  noify  tern|cfts  ceafe  5 
fe  calms  the  raging  croud  to  peace/ 
Vhea  a  tumulcueui  nation  raves, 
VM  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 
.  Whole  kingdoms  fhaken  b>  the  ftorm. 
\c  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
lountain's  eftabliuVd-by  hisjaandl 
jrm  on  their  old  foundations  (land. 
.   Behold  his  enfigas  fweep  the  iky, 
ewcomets  blaze  and  light'nings  %  •  - 
he  heathen  lands,  with  f^iftfurpnfe,'      * 
'om  the  bright  horrors  rtsrn  their  eyes; 

A:  his  command  the  morning  ray 
mies  in  the  caft,  and  leads  the  day; 
e    oides  the  fun's  declining  week  ° 

r  thejtopsof  weftern  hills. 

Seafojs  and  times  obey  his  voice  j 
leev  ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 
>  fee  the  earth  made  fofc  with  (how'rs. 
den  with  fruit  and  dfeft  in  fiow'rs. 

Tis  from  his  watry  ftores  on  high 
;  gives  the-thirfty  ground  fupply  5 
:  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
;a  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

It.  The 

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%3p        PSALM       LXV. 

20.  The  defart  grows  a  fruitful  field  ; 
Abundant  food  the  valies  yield  ; 
The  valies  {bout  wlrh  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighbYing  hills  repeat  their  joys. 
li.  The  pailure  fmilcs  in  green  array  ; 
There  Iambs  and  larger  cactle  play, 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb 
Each  in  his  language  (peaks  thy  name. 
12.  Thy   works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine, 
0%«r  evfry  field  thy  glories  Paint:  : 
Thro*  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Gjeat  God  !  Thy  goodoeis  crowns  the  }car. 
P  S   A  L  M      LXV. 
First  Part.     Common  Metre. 
A  Prayer  bearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  called* 

PRAISE  waits  in  Sion,  Lord,  for  thee  •, 
There  (hall  our  v®ws  be  paid  : 
Thou  haft  an  ear  when  doners  pray, 

All  ficlh  (hall  feek  thine  aid. 
2.  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pardVing  grace  is  thine  : 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  (kill 

To  conquer  ev'ry  (in. 
g.  Bleft  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choofe, 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face  ; 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 

To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 
4.  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  rcquefts. 

Thy  truth  and  terror  fhine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  ngrueoufnefe 

Fulfil  thy  kind  defign, 

5.  Thi 


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P    S    A    L    M      LXV.        Yjj 

w.  Thus  fhali  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 

The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  ; 
And  diftant  iflands  fly  to  thee, 

And  make  thy  name  their  truft; 
6.  They  dread  thy  glaring  tokens,  Lord, 

When,  figos  in  Jieav'n  appear  ; 
But  they  fliali  learn  hy  holy  word, 

And  love  as  well  as  fear. 
PSALM   LXV      Sec.  Part.Conu  Met; 
Sbe  Provident? of  God  in  Air,  Earth,  end  Seat 

or,  ?be  BleJJing  cf  Rain. 
f^jplS  by  thy  ftrengfh  the  mountains  (land, 

God  of  eternal  powV  1 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command* 

And  tempefis  ceafe  to  roar. 
i.  Thy  morning  light  and  ev!ning  fhade 

SuccefBve  conaforts  bring  ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveftglad, 

Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 
3.  Seafons,  and  times*  and  moons,  and  hours, 

Hcav'n,  earth-and  air  are  thine  ; 
^IVhen  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  fljow!rs, 

The  author  is  divine. 
<.  Thofe  wand*ring  cifterns  in  the  ikjv 

Borne  by  the  winds  around  ; 
JWith  watry  treasures  well  fupply, 

The  furrows  of,  the  ground.,  ;  WoH 

$   ^C  thirfty  ridges  drink  the^Bii,      .,. 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear*  :QJA 

1  hy  ways  abound  with  bkffings  fiill, 
.-  Jhy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year, 
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PSALM    LXV. 

Th !rd  Pa  r  t.    Common  Metre.' 

Tie  Bleffings  of  the  Spring  ;  or,  Got  gives  RaJfii 

A  Pfalm  for  the  Hulbandman. 

* 

QOOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  king, 

Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  * 
Vifrs  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 

And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 
4.  The  clouds,  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high* 

Pour  out  at  thy  command, 
Their  wa'cry  blefllngsfrom  the  flcy, 

Tochearthe  thirfty  land. 

3.  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 
Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  ; 

The  vaties  rich  provifion  yield, 
And  the  poor  lab'rers  fing. 

4.  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide 
Rejo  ce  at  falling  (how'rs ; 

The  meadows,  dreft  in  all  their  pride, 

Perfume  the  air  with  AowVs. 
g.  1  he  barren  clods  refreuYd  with  rain, 

Promife  a  joyful  crop  % 
JZht  parched  ground  looks  green  again, 

And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 
6*  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns  ; 

How  beauteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  Bocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 

And  fhepherda  fliout  thy  praifc. 

PSALM 


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fr    S    A    U    M     LX.VI.  i      i# 

PSALM      LXYI. 

First  Part.    Common  Metr*. 

Governing    Power    and   Goodnefs  \    or,    0* 
Craas  hied  by  sffiifiions. 

SING,  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord, 
Sing  with  a  joyful  noife  1 
Nith  melody  of  found  record 

His  honors  and  your  jays. 

Say  to  the  pow*r  that  flukes  the  fcy, 

41  How  terrible  art  thou! 

Sinners  before  thy  preience  fly, 

41  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow  " 

[Come  fee  the  winders  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ) 
in  Mofes'  hand  he  puts  his  rod, 

And  cleaves  the  frighted  feas. 
U  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Is'rel  paft  the  flood  ; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 

And  triumph  in  their  God.  J 

He  rules  by  his  refi.llefs  might  ; 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Woke  the  eternal  to  the  fight, 

And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 
O  blefs  our  God  and  never  ceafe  5 

Ye  faints,  fulfill  his  praiftr : 
3e  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 

And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fufTring  foul*, 

To  make  our  graces  fhine  j 

So 


tjl        P    S^  A    L    M        LXVL 

So  film  bears  the  b\J  nirgcoaJs, 

The  mml  to  refine. 
8.  Tho*  watVy  deeps  and  fiery  waya^ 

Wc  march  at  thy  command, 
L?d  to  p  fiefs  the  promis'd  place 

$>  thine  unerring  hand. 

PSA.L   H     LXVI.     13,-20. 
Sjecomd  Part.  Common  Metre, 
Praijt  to  Gcd  for  beating  Praytr* 

t,  *f^T^w  mM*  my  folemrj  vows  be  paid 
jLSI      To  that  almighty  pow'r, 

That  heard,  the  Jong  requests  I  mad< 
In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

2.  My  lips  and  cheer  fuJ  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 

CoQ3evye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3.  When  on  my  head  fcugh  fbrrows  fell; 
I  fought- lis  hcav'nly  aid  ; 

He  fav'd  my  fmk'rg  (owi  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  fhade, 

4.  If  fin  lay  covered  in  my  heart, 
While  pravVemplo/d  my=  tongue, 

The  Lord  had  fawn  me  no  'Cgard, 

Nor  1  his  praifes  fung. 
g.  But  God  (his  name  bt  ever  bfeft) 

Has  fet  my  fpirit  free  ; 
ftot  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  reqielr, 

Nor  turo'd  his  heait  from  me. 

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PSALM    LXVII.  Common  Metre. 

?be  nation's  Profpirity  and  the  Church's   It* 

creaje. 

1.  QHINE,  mighty  God,  on  Btitam  (hin$ 
J^5     W*™  beams  ot  heav'nly  grace  \ 

Reveal  thy  pow'r  thro'  all  our  coafts, 
And  (hew  thy  fmiiing  face. 

2.  [Amidft  our  ifle  exalted  high 
Do  thou  our  glory  (land, 

And  like  a  wallo-  guardian  fire 
Surround  thy  fav'tite  land.} 

3.  When  (hall  thy  name  f;gm  (hereto  (korc 
Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 

And  dift  <nt  Rations  know  and  love 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 
4«  Sing  to  she  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands* 

Sing  loud  with  folemn  voice  j 
While  fjritith  tongues  eaalt  his  praife, 

And  Britifh  hearts  rejoice. 

5.  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fav*f eign  judge, 
That  fits  enchron'd  above, 

Wifely  tommands  the  wo;  Id  he  made 
Injufticc  and  in  love, 

6.  Earth  fhall  obey  her  maker's  wjHL 
And  yield  a  full  increafe  ; 

Our  God  will  crown  his  shoien  ifle 

With  fruirfulnefs  and  peace. 
7*  God  the  Redeemer  (catters  round 

His  chotccft  favors  here, 
While  the  creation's  ucmoft  bound 

Shall  fee$  adore/and  fear. 

PSALM 


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*4*        PSALM      LXVItt 
PSALM   LXVIH.   i,-6,3t.-3S. 

First  Part.      Long  Metre. 

The  Vengeance  and  Companion  of  Ccd. 

kT  God  arifein  all  Ms  might, 
JL/  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight  j 
.As /moke  that  fought  to  cloud  the  fk£a 
before  the  rifing  cempeft  Bies. 
2«  I  He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames, 
Jf  ottice  and  vengeance  are  his  names ; 
Eehojd  his  fainting  roes  expire 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 
3.  He  rides  aind  thuode  s  thro1  the  fky  j 
His  name  Jehovah  found*  en  high  : 
SjnG  \°  his  name  ye  Jons  of  grace  j 
Ye  iaincs  rejoice  before  his  face. 
£  The  widow  and  the  fathetlefi 
Fly  to  his  Ai  in  (harp  diftref   I 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  judge  that's  juft,  a  father  kind. 
5«  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  prisVrs  fee  the  light  again  j 
Cut  rebels  that  difputc  his  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  (till 

Pa  v  s  z. 
6.  Kingdoms  and  thrones  co  God  belong  1 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  long  ; 
His  wond'rous  names  and  powV  rehcarfi*  » 
His  honois  fliall  enrich  your  verfc. 

7.  He 


PSALM     LXVIII.       143 

7.  He  fhakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  I 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  t 

n  iff 'el  arc  his  mercies  known, 
Ifr'el  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8.  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  him  bleft 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  : 
When  terrors  rife  and  nations  faint, 
Sodls  the  ftrengch  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM      LXVIII.    1 7»  1  «* 

Second  Part.       Long  Metre. 

Cbri&s  Afcenticn*  andtkt  gift  of  the  Spirit. 

[^ORD,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high, 

^  Ten  thoufand  angels  flil'd  the  fky  ; 
rhore  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  waic 
ike  chariots  that  attend  thy  fta'e. 

Net  Sinah's  mountain  could  appear, 
'fore  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  * 
VhiJe  he  pronounced  his  dreadful  law, 
Id  ftruck  the  choien  tribes  with  awe* 
.  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
{Then  the  r^oelJious  pdw'rs  of  heil, 
'hat  tttoufand  fouls  had  captives  made# 
fere  all  in  chains  like  caprives  led. 
Rais'd  by  his  father  to  the  throoe, 
efent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
rith  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  meo, 
hat  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again, 

PSALM 


i44        PSALM      LXVITI. 

PSALM   LXV1II.    19,9,  2o>—  22. 

Third  Part.     Long  Metre* 

Praift  for  temporal  Bltffvgs  \  or,  Common  am 
fpecial  Mercies. 

VK/E  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good, 

Who  .fills  our  hears  with  jov  and  food 
Who  pours  his  bleffi  gs  from  the  Ikies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  ric    (uppttes. 

2.  He  fends  the  (un  his  circuit  round, 
To  chetr  ;he  fruits,  to  warm  rhe  ground  * 
He  bids  the  c\  u<h  wi  h  pkneeous  raid 
Refrefc  the  thirity  earth  again. 

3.  'tis  to  his  care -we  owe  our  breath, 
And  al]  our  near  eicapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and  health  to  G-.d  belong  \ 

He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the  ftrorig; 

4.  He  makes  the  iaint  and  (inner  provs 
The  common  bieffir^gs  of  his  love  ; 
But  tbewide  diff'rence  that  remains,  , 
Is  endlete  joy,  or  endleis  pa  ns 

c.  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  ferpem  s  head,- 
On  al!  the  lerpeuYfeea  (hall  tread  ; 
The  ftubborn  Tinner's  hope  confound. 
And  fmirc  him  with  a  laftirg  wound. 
6.  But  his  right  hand  his  lain  s  (hall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth  and  deeper  feas  ; 
And  brirg  them  to  his  courts  above, 
There  (hall  they  tafte  his  fpecialiove. 

PSAL1 


PSALM      LXIX;  145 

PSALM     LXIX.  1,— 14. 
First  Part.       Common  Metre. 
The  Sufferings  of  Christ  for  cur  Sedation* 

SAVE  me,  O  Goo,  the  dwelling  fbeds 
B:eak  in  upon  my  foul  ; 
I  ftnk  5  and  forrows  o'er  rny  head 
Like  mighty  waters  roll 

2.  I  cry  'till  all  my  voice  be  gone; 
In  tears  I  wade  the  day; 

My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
And  (horteh  thy  delay. 

3.  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe; 
And  ftill  their  number  grows 

More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head. 

And  mighty  are  my  foes. 
4-  'I>a$  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  deb: 

That  men  could  never  pay, 
And  gave  tfiofe ^honors  to  thy  law 

Which  finners'tock  away. 

5.  Thus  in  the  great  Messiah's  name 
The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 

Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
Arid  gives  us  joys  by  turns. 

6.  Now  fhall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 
Salvation  in  my  name, 

For  I  have  borne  she;r  heavy  load 
Of  farrow,  pain  and  fhame. 

7.  Grief  like  a  garment  cloath'd  me  round, 
And  lackcloth  was  my  drefs, 

tfhih  I  procured  for  naked  fo'uh 
A  robe  of  rigtecufn  efs. 


,46  PSALM     LXIX: 

8.  Anipngft  my  brethren  and  the  jews, 

I  like  a  ftranger  ftood, 
And  bore  their  vile  reproach  to  bring 

The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 
q.  I  came  in  finful  mortals  (lead 

To  do  my  Father's  will ; 
Yet  when  I  cleans'd  my  father's  houfe, 

They  fcandal^'d  my  zeal. 
jo.  My  fafting  and  my  holy  groans 

Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong  : 
But  God  from  his  celeftial  throne 

Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 
|i  r.  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deej>, 

Nor  let  my  foul  be  drowned ; 
He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 

On  wclleftablifh'd  ground. 
[j2.  'Twas  in  a  meft  accepted  hour 

My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
And  for  my  fake  .my  God  fliall  hear 

The  dying  finner's  cry. 

PSALM  LXiX.  14—26,  2o>-32;  I 
Second  Part.    Common  Metre. 
7be  Pqffisn  and  Exaltation  0/ Christ. 

NOW  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear 
And  mournful  pleasure  fing 
The  fuff'rings  of  our  great  High  Ptieft, 

The  forrows  of  our  King* 
3.  .He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftfcfs  -r 

How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 
Y/hile  to  his  heavily  Father**  car 
He  fend?  perpetual  cries*  3. "  He; 


PSALM     LXIX.  147 

j.  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 

"  1ST  jr  hide  thy  (hiding  face  ; 

Why  mould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 

M  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 
}.  "  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 

"  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 

Wh'le  for  a  facrifice  I  pour 

4i  My  lie  upon  the  ground, 

"  They  tread  my  honor  to  the  duft,1 

"  And  laugh  when  I  compiain  •, 

Their  (harp  infulting  (landers  add 
^  "  Frelh  anguiih  to  my  pain. 
5.  "  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee; 

"  The  fcandal  and  the  fliame  -> 

Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart 

"  And  lies  defile  my  name. 

"  I  look'd  for  pity,  but  in  vain  ; 

"  My  kindred  are  my  grief  5 

I  afk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 

"  But   meet  with  no  relief 

"  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft  ; 

"  They  give  me  gall  for  food  * 

And  fporting  with  my  dying  groans, 

M  They  triumph  ia  my  blood. 

u  Shine  into  my  diftrefled  foul, 

"  Let  thy  compafiion  fave ; 

And  tho*  my  fiefh  fink  down  to  death, 

"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 
Q.  u  I  (hall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 

"  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 

And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 
J!  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne^ 


i±t        P    S    A     L    M      LXIX. 

PSALM  LXIX.  7 bird  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Ch*  jst's  Obrdience  and  Death ;  or,  Govt  glo- 
rified, and  Sinners  Jove d. 

FATHER,  I  Ting  thy  wond'rcus  grace, 
I  clefs  my  Saviour's  name, 
He  bought  falvatton  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  Tinner's  fhame. 

2.  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 

Pulfili'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
Ad  finifh'd  all  thy  will, 

3.  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fangs, 
Shall  better  plcafe  mv  God, 

Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folem  1  found, 
Than  goats  or  bullocks  blood. 

4.  This  (hall  his  humble  followers  fee, 
And  fet  their  hearts  at  'eft  5 

They  by  his  death  draw  nearfo  thee, 
And  live  forever  bleft. 

5.  Le*  heav'n  a-^d  all  that  dwell  on  high* 
To  God  their  voices  raile, 

While  lands  and  feas  affift  thefky, 
And  jo'n  t'  advance  thy  praife. 

6.  Zion  is  thine,  moft  holy  God  ; 
Thy  Son  (hall  blefs  her  gates  -, 

And  glory  pu'C-Wd  by  his  blood, 
For  thy  own  Ifr'el  waits, 
PSALM  LXIX.  Hi  ft  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Christ's  Pcjfion,  and  Sinners  Salvation. 
TYLEP  in  aur  hearts  lee  us  record 

The  descer  Borrows  of  our  Lord  ; 


PSALM      LXIX.  149 

Behold  the  riling  billows  roll, 

Tooverwhelm  his  holy  foul. 

2    In  long  complaints  he  fpends  h:s  breath, 

Wh.ie  hofts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 

And  all  the  fo&sof  malce  join 

To  execute  their  curft  defign. 

$,  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  powV  and  love 

Has  made  che  curfc  a  biefiing  p  ove  ; 

Thofe  dreadful  fufF'rings  of  thy  fon 

Aton'd  for  (ins  which  we  had  done. 

4.  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honors  of  our  law  reftor'd  : 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5.  Ofor  hisfalec  our  guilt  forgive. 
And  let  the  mourning  (inner  live  ; 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  (hall  our  hope  be  turn'd  tofhame: 

PSALM    LXIX.   7,  &c. 

Second    Part.       Long  Metre. 

Christ'*  Sufferings  and  Zeal. 

TWAS  for  thy  fake,  eternal  God, 
Thy  fon  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load  : 
Of  bafe  reproach  and  fore  difgrace, 
And  (hame  defil'd  his  facred  face. 
b    The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
f^bus'd  ihe  man  that  check'd  their  fin  : 
While  he  fulfiPd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him  but  without  a  caufe. 
J.  "  My  father's  houfe,  faid  he,  was  made 
"  A  place  for  worfhip,  not  for  trade  > 


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PSALM      LXXL 


Then  (catering  all  their  gold  and  brafs, 
He  fcourft'd  the  merchants  from  the  place. 

4.  [Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  Goo 
ContumM  his  fife,  exposed  his  blood  I 
Reproaches  ac  thy  glc^y  thrown 

He  felt  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5.  [His  fneidsforfook,  his  followers  fled. 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  ; 
They  curie  him  with  a  fland'rou*  tongue* 
A"d  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.J 

6.  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  les, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  biafpheinies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree ; 
Thee  hung  the  man  that  dy'd  for  me. 

%  [Wretches  with  hearts  as  hard  as  ftdnes 
Infult  his  piety  and  groans  ; 
Gall  was  the  food  they  gave  kim  there, 
And^mock'dhis  thiril  with  vinegar.} 
S.  But  God  beheld  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hare  his  Ton  ; 
The  hand  that  ras'd  him  from  the  dead, 
ghall  pour  due  vengeance  on  their  he:-d. 
PSALM   LXXl.  5,— 9- 
First  Part.     Common  Metre. 
The  agt&  ScirSs  Refu&wn  and  Hope. 

MY  God  my  everlafting  hope, 
I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
Th'ne  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 

And  ftrengthea'd  all  niy  youth. 
2.  My-flelh  was  faflvon'd  by  thy  pow'r> 
'  With  all  thefc  limbs  of  rnrne, 


PSALM     LXXL  ijll 

And  from  my  mothers  painful  hour, 

I've  been  entirely  thine. 
5.  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  fecn 

Repeated  ev'ry  year  5 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 

I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 

4.  Caft  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines, 
When  hoary  hairs  anfe  ; 

And  round  me  let  thy  glory  mine, 
When'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5.  Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age, 
When  men  review  my  days, 

They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page; 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 

PSALM     LXXI.  14,-16,22,-24;! 

Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Christ  our  ftrength  and  right  eoufnsfs. 

1.  1V/TY  Saviour,  my  Almighty  friend, 

When!  begin  thy  praifc, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 
«.  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 

Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ! 
And  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  firft, 

I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3.  My  feet  fhall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celeftial  road, 

And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength 
To  fee  my  father  God. 

4.  When  I  am  fill'd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  fomc  furprifxng  fin;  Pil 


t 


r5i      psalm    pacr. 

Fil  plead  thy  perfect:  rigtecufneis, 

And  mention  none  bun  thine. 
5.  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicYnes  of  my  K'"g  / 
M~  f ;ul  redeem'd  from  (in  and  hell, 

Shatl  thy  faIvat?on  fjng. 
6    [.VI  y.  toague  (kail  all  the  cay  proclaim 

My  Saviour  ac\d  q&y  God, 
His  death  has  brought  mv  foes  to  fliame, 

And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood. 
7.  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  povi'rs  5 

With  this  delightful  fbng 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 

Nor  think  the  featbn  long.] 

¥  S   A  L  M     LXXr.     17,-21. 

Th:rd  Part.    Common  Metre. 

The  aged    CbriJ}ian*s    Prayer  and  S:ng ;    or* 
Old  A$ey  Death,  and  the  Refurreftion. 

GOD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth, 
The  £u:de  of  all  my  days, 
I  nave  declat'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
And  told  thv  wond'rous  ways. 

2.  Wilt  thou  for  fake  my  hnary  hairs* 
And  leave  my  Fawirg  heart  ? 

,  V/ho  fhal!  fuftam  my  fi irking  years, 
If  God,  my  {length,  depart  ? 

3.  Lee  me  thy  pGW*r  and  truth  proclaim 
To  the  furvivmg  age, 

F«ave  a  favour  of  chy  name 
When  I  ihail  quit  the  ft* gel 

4>  The 


PS     A    L     M    LXXII.         i  SI 

The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove  \ 

mav  tbeie  poor  remains  of  breath 
Tcacb  the  wide  world  thy  love. 

Pause. 
Thy  righreoufnefs  is  deep  and  fvgh, 
Unfearcha^le  thy  deeds  •, 
ky  e'orv  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  ?M  rriv  pra<fe  exceeds. 
,  Oft.  have  I  heard  thy  threatnings  rca 

find  oft  endur'd  the  grief  ; 
ut  when  thy  Hand  has  preft  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 
,  By  toi'g  experience  have  I  known 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
Lt  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  r©  the  grave. 
When  I  he  bury'd  deep  in  dull, 
My  flf-flj  (hail  be  thy  care  •, 
fhefe  wi ch'ring  limbs  wiph  thee  1  Cfuffa 
To  raife  them  (trong  aod  fair. 

PSALM       LXXII, 

First  Part,      Lo^g  Metre. 

The  Kingdom  of  Ghrtst, 

JP.EAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
low  gi«-e  «he  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
xeid  his  pow'r  exate  his  throne. 
.  Thy  fcepter  we!l  becomes  his  hands, 
11  heav'o  fubnrts  to  his  commands  •,       Hia 


! 


i5  4      PSALM        LXXIL 

H>    juftice  (hall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  'jride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3.  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
At,:  treads  th'  oppreflbr  in  theduft; 
Hn  worftiip  and  his  fear  (hall  laft, 
Til   hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  pad. 

4.  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  (hall  he  fend  his  influence  down  5 
His  £race  on  fainting  f  mis  diftils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5.  T  e  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  inades  of  ove:  Threading  death, 
Reviv    at  his  firft  dawninglighr, 
And  c  :fars  bloffom  at  the  fight. 
6    The  faints  mall  fiourifii  in  his  days, 
Dreft       the   obes  or  joy  and  praife ; 
Peace  like  ariverfrooa  his  throne 
Saail  n?wto  nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM     LXXII. 
Second  Pamt.     Long  Metre. 
Christ' j  Kingdom  among  tbsGentilts. 

JESUS  fhail  reign  where'er  the  fun 
DjCS  his  fuccelfivejoum  es  run  ; 
;  is  kingdom  (Iretch    f rom  fhore  to  ihore, 
'  nil  moors  fb  \11  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
2.   [Behold  the    Qsnis  with  f heir  kings, 
And  Europe  her  beft  tribute  brings; 
From  north  to  f  uth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  ittt, 
3     i'here  Pcrfia,  glorious  to  behold  ; 
There  India  fhmes  in  eailern  gold  ;         Anc 


PSALM      LXXIII.         j  55 

.nd  barbarous  nations  at  his  word 
ubmit,  and  bow,  and  own  tbeir  Lord.] 
F'.rh  m  flullendiefs  pray'r  be  made, 
knd  Princes  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
lis  name  like  Twee:  perfume  (hall  rife 
VVh  ev'ry  morning  lacirke. 
.  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
>well  on  his  iove  with  fweeteft  fong  » 
Ind  infant  voices  (hill  proclaim 
Their  early  bleffsngs  on  his  name. 
i.  BleiTngs  abound  where'er  he  rergns  % 
The  rxis'ner  leaps  to  loofe  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 
l\nd  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 
r.  Where  he  d.fplays  his  healing  pow'r, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more; 
[n  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 
More  blemngs  than  their  father  loft. 
B.  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  cur  King  ; 
Angels  defcend  with  longs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud   amen, 
PSALM  LXXIII.  FirSl  Part.  Com.  Met, 
Jfflifted  Saints  happy*  and  pro/percus  Sinntrs 


cur 


'Jed. 


NOW  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
To  men  of  heart;  fincere, 
Yet  once  my  fooiifh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border'd  on  defpair* 
1  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 
And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live  ! 
How  peaceful  is  their  death.    3.  ".  With 


a 


i&        P     S     A     L     M       LXXtIL 

3.  "  With  well  fed  Bern,  and  haughty  eyes 
M  Thty  lay  their  fears  to  Heep  ; 
Againft  the  heav'ns  their  (landers  rife, 
i€   While  faiats  in  fiience  weep. 

4.  cc  la  vain  hlik  my  hands  to  pray, 
"  Ar]  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain  j 

"  For  I  am  chafteo'd  all  the  dajr, 
**  The  nights  renew  my  pain." 

5.  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulged  complaints, 
I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 

w  Sure  I  (hall  thus  <  ffend  thy  faints 
*•  And  grieve  the  men  Move." 

6.  But  ftiil  I  found  my  doubestoo  hard, 
The  conBict  too  fevere, 

'Till  I  retirM  to  fearch  thjr  word, 
Aod  learn  thy  fecrets  rere. 

7.  There  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs 
1  faw  the  tinner's  feet, 

-High  mounted  on  a  flippVy  place, 
Befide  a  fi'ry  pit. 

8.  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 
^   'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell  ; 

His  honors  in  a  dream  were  loft, 

And  he  awakes  in  hell. 
9«  Lord  what  an  envious  fool  I  was. 

Hew  like  a  tho'tlefs  beaft  ! 
ihus  to  fufpeft  thy  promis'd  grace, 

And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 
10.   Yet  I  was  keps  from  foul  defpair, 

Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  : 
That  blcfled  hand  that  broke  the  fnare, 

Shall  gbide  id?  to  thy  throne.  PSALN 


?    -S     A     L     M     LXXIIL         157 

PSA  LM    LXXIIL    23.-28. 

Second  Papt.     Common  Metre. 
God  bw  Portion,  here  and  hereafter* 
r^OD    my  fupporcerand  my  hope, 
My  help  forever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defpair. 
Thy  counfels,  Lord,  (hall  guide  my  feet 
Thro9  this  dark  wildernefs  ; 
Thine  hand  condu&  me  near  thy  fear* 

To  dwell  before  thy  face. 
|.  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 

*Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
lad  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 
What  if  the  fpringsof  life  were  broke, 
And  flefh  and  heart  mould  faint, 
Jod  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 
Behold  the  finners  that  remove 
Far  from  thy  prefence  die  ; 
tfot  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry.: 
But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  5 
My  tongue  mall  found  thy  works  abrcad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 
PSALM     LXXIII.    22,  3,  6,  17—20. 
Long   Metre, 
?be  Projperity  of  Sinners  curfd. 
CRD,  wh'at  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was!, 
«L/  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine. 


i5»        PSALM      LXXIII. 

T«  fee  the  wicked  placed  on  high, 
In  pride  and  rcbcs  of  honor  mine? 

2.  But,  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  and  I 
Thy  fanctuary  taught  me  fo  : 
On  flip'ry  rocks  I  lee  them  ftand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below, 

3.  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
1MI  never  envy  them  again  : 
There  they  may  (land  with  haughty  eyes, 
•Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endleispain. 

4.  Their  fancy'd  joys  how  fait  they  fly  ! 
Juft  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes  * 
Their  fongs  of  foftcft  harmony 
Are  but  a  prefage  to  their  plagues. 

5.  Now  1  efteem  their  mirth  and  w'me, 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood  : 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion  and  my  God. 
PSALM     LXXIII.  Shore  Mei 

Jibe  Myfftry  of  Prcvidsnce  unfolded* 

1.  QURE  there's  a  righteots  God, 
l3     Nor  is  religion  vain, 

Tho'  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

2.  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 
And  felt  my  heart  repine, 

While  haughty  fools  with  Scornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honor  fhinc. 

3.  [Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 
Their  flefh  looks  full  and  fair, 


1 


PSALM      LXXHI         z59 

Therr  wealth  rolls  in  like  ffowir  g 

And  grows  without  their  care 
\.  Free  from  the  pia  ues  and  pai 

That  p  ous  fouls  endure, 
Thro*  all  their  life  oppeffion  reigns* 

And  racks  the  humble  poor, 
j.  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 

The  everlafting  God  ; 
Their  malice  blafts  the  good- man's  n?mev 

And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 

But  I  with  flowing  tears 

Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife ; 

Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 

"  The  things  below  the  fkies  i}" 

The  tumults  of  my  thought 

ftfeld  me  in  hard  fufpence, 
fill  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 

To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 
).  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow*r 

Did  my  miftakes  amend  ; 
view'd  the  finners  life  before. 

But  here  I  learnt  ther  end. 

On  what  a  ftip'ry  deep 

The  thought Jefs  wrttche*  go  ! 
lindO  that  dreadful  fiery  deep 

That  waits  their  fall  bejow  ! 
o.  Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  bow  ; 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ; 
call  nvy  God  my  portion  now, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  arc  thine. 

PSALM 


i6o        P    S     A    L     Ki      LXXIt. 

PSA  L  M    LXXiV      C^mnnn    M»r 
¥be  Church  pleading  with  God  undirjot-  P 
lecuiion. 

1.  ^^yiLL  God  forever  caft  us  off, 

JHis  wrath  forever  imcke 
Againil  the  people  of  his  fovef 
His  little  chcfen  flock  ? 

2.  Think  of  the  tribes  <o  dearly  bought 
With  their    redeemer's  blood  ; 

Nor  let  thy  Sbn  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  flood. 

3.  Lift  up  thy  feef  and  march  in  hafte, 
Aloud  our  ruin  calls ; 

See  what  a  wide  and  feaful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4.  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  far 
Thy  foes  profanely  roar  5 

Over  thy  gates  rheirenfigns  hang, 
Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 

5.  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke! 
They  tear  thy  buildings  down  ; 

And  he  that  deals  the  heavieft  ftroke, 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6.  With  flames  they  threaten  todeflroy 
Thy  children  in  their  neft  ; 

■■  Come  let  us  burn  at  once,  they  cry, 
11  The  temple  and  the  pried." 

7.  And  dill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 
Thy  prefencci9  withdrawn  ; 

Thy  wonied  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 


PSA    1,    M      LXXIV.        i6j 

8.  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  woes, 
Buc  all  the  fcers  mbutri  % 

There's  not  a  fool  amongft  us  knows 
The  time  of  thy  return. 
Pause. 

9.  How  long  eternal  God*  howl  ng 
Shall  mci  of  pride  blafpheme  ? 

Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefa  fong, 
And  b*ar  immortal  (ha me  ? 

10.  Canft  thou  forever  fit  and  hear 
Th  ne  holy  name  \  rofan'd  ? 

And  dill  thy  jealoufy  fo  bear, 

And  ftill  withold  thine  hand  ? 
ffci.  What  ftrangc deliv'rance  haft  thou  fcow*. 

In  agei  long  before  ! 
'And  now  no  other  God  we  own. 

No  other  God  adore. 
[i2o  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  Tea 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might. 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way* 

And  then  fecure  their  flight. 
2  3    Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

Theda  kaefsand  the  day, 
Bidft  not  thou  bid  the  morning  (kltm? 

And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 
144  Hath  not  thy  pow'r  form'd  ev'ry  coaft* 

And  fet  che  earth  its  bounds, 
With  fommer's  heat  and  winter's  froft, 

In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 
15.  And  (hall  the  fons  of  earth  and  dull 

That  facred  pow#r  blafpheme  i 

©       "  Wffi 


i6a      P    S    A    t    M     IXXV. 

Will  not  thy  hand  that  for tn'd  them  firft, 
Avenge  thine  iojur'd  name  ? 

1 6.  Think  on  the  cot'nant  thoi  haft  made, 
And  all  thy  words  or  lore  * 

Nor  let  the  t  irds  of  prey  inTade 
And  vex  thy  mourning  dove. 

17.  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood. 
And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  : 

Piead  thy  own  cawfe,  almighty  Qod9 
And  give  chy  Children  reft. 

PSALM    LXXV.    Long  Metre; 
Power  and  Government  from  Go*  afor.e. 
Applied  to  the  glorious  Revolution   by  King 
William,  or  the   happy  Acceffion  of  King 
George  I.  to  the  Throuc. 

*yO  thee  mod  holy  and  moft  High, 

To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praife 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  is  nigh, 
Thy  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 

2.  Britain  wasdoom*d  to  be  a  flave, 
Her  frame  diffolv'd,  her  fears  were  great  & 
"When  God  a  new  fupporrer  gave, 

To  bear  the  pillars  of  the  ft  ate. 

3.  He  from  thy  hand  iccciv'd  hiscrewo, 
And  1  wear  to  rule  by  wholefornc  laws  ; 
His  foot  (hall  tread  th'  oppreffor  down, 
His  arms  defend  the  righteous  caufe. 

4.  Let  haughty  fmners  fink  their  prrc. 
Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcomtul  head  ; 
Sue  lay  their  (oolift  tho'cs  afide, 

Ap.d  own  the  king  (hat  QwX  hath  made* 


PSALM     LXXVI.       163 

5.  Such  honors  never  come  by  chance, 
Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow  ; 
*Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
*Tis  God  that  lays  another  low, 

6.  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  birth, 
Shall  fix  a  tyrant  on  the  throne ; 
God,  the  great  fov'reign  of  the  earth, 
Will  rife  and  make  hisjuftice  known* 

7.  [His  hand  holds  out  the  dreadful  cup 
Or  vengeance  mix'd  with  various  plagues* 
To  make  the  wicked  drink  them  up, 
Wring  out  and  tafte  the  bitter  dregs. 

S.  Now  (hall  the  Lord  exalt  the  juft  * 
!And  while  he  tramples  on  the  proud, 
And  lays  their  glory  in  the  duft, 
My  lips  (hall  fing  his  praife  aloud.] 

PSALM   LXXVI.  Common  Metr*; 
lfrael  faved,  and  the  Affyrsans  deftroyed ;  or,' 

GOD's  Vengeance  againfi  bis  Enemies  fre^ 

ceedsfrom  bis  Church, 
ik  TN  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  5 

JL     His  name  in  lfrael  great  5 
la  Salem  ftood  his  holy  throne, 

And  Sion  was  his  ieat. 
2.  Among  the  praiies  of  his  faints; 

His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  , 
There  he  recciv'd  their  juft  complaints 

Againft  their  haughty  foes. 
S.  FromZion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

And  broke  the  threat'ning  fpear , 

O  2 


1 64      PSALM       LXXV1L 

The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  (word, 
And  crufh'd  th'  AiTyrian  war. 

4.  What  are  Che  earth's  wide  kingdoms  clfe 
But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 

The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5.  'Twas  Zion'sKing  that  ftopp'd  the  breath 
Of  Captains  and  their  bands  : 

The  men  of  might  flept  faft  in  death, 
And  never  found  their  hands. 

6.  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 
Both  horfe  and  chariot  fell ; 

Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  I 
Thv  vengeance  who  can  tell, 

7.  What  pow'r  can  ftand  before  thy  fight, 
When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 

When  heav'n  (bines  round  with  dreadful  light 
The  earth  lies  ftill  and  fears. 

8.  When  God  in  his  own  fov'relgn  ways 
Comes  down  to  lave  th'  oppreft, 

The  wrath  of  man  (hall  work  his  praife9 

Arid  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 
g.  Vow  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring  % 

Ye  princes  fear  his  frown  ; 
His  terror  (hakes  the  proudeft  king, 

And  cuts  an  army  down. 
10.  The  thunder  of  his  (harp  rebuke 

Our  haughty  foes  (hall  feel ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 

But  dwells  in  Zion  ftill  ] 

PSALM 


f    a    A    £    M     LXXVII.       if5 

PSALM      LXXVII. 

First  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Mtlancbely  ajfaultiug,  *nd  Hope  prevailing; 

^O  Gjd  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 

I  fcughe  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  day  when  troubles  rofe 

And  fillM  the  night  with  fear. 
*.  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 

My  foul  refused  relief ; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  juft  and  wife, 

Buf  tho'ts  encreas'd  my  grief. 

3.  Sciii  I  comptain'd,  and  dill  oppreft, 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 

My  God  thy  wrath  forbad  my  reft, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 

4.  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew 
'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more ; 

Then  I  within  mvfelf  withdrew, 

And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 
5:  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times 

When  I  beheld  thy  face; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for&cret  crimes 

That  might  withold  thy  grace. 

6.  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 
WhichIenjoy*d  before; 

And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind, 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7.  Will  he  forever  eaft  me  off, 
His  promife  ever  fail ; 

ias  He  forgot  hi*  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  ftill  prevail  ?  9.  I'll 


i6(5     PSALM      LXXVIL 

q.  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  t/lk  thy  wonders  o'er  ; 
Th\r  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 

When  ftefh  could  help  do  more.- 
10.  Grace  dwells  with  juftice  on  the  throne  -t 

And  men  that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  fanctuary  known, 

The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM    LXXVII. 

SfcccNn  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient  Providences  ;  or, 
Ifrael  delivered  from  JLgypty  and  brought  fr 
Canaan. 

«  UOW  awfull  is  thy  chaining  rod  \* 

(May  thine  own  children  fav) 
The  great,  the  wife  the  dreadful  God  I 
"  How  holy  is  h.s  way  !""' 

2.  FU  meditate  his  works  of  old  ; 
The  king  that  reigrs  above, 

1*11  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  'earn  to  truft  his  love. 

3.  Long  did  the "houfeof  Jofeph  He 
With  Egvpt*s  yoke  oppreft; 

Long  he  delayed  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4.  Tnefonsof  good  old  Jacob  feemM 
Abandon'd  to  their  foes  •, 

But  lis  aimighty  arm  tedeemM 
The  nation  that  he  chofe. 

5.  Id 'el  his  people  and  his  (beep, 
Mu-ft  follow  where  he  calls'; 


PSALM    LXXVIIL      i6r 

He  bids  them  yanrure  th  o*  the  deep, 

And  nukes  the  waves  their  walls. 
6>  The  waters  faw  thee  mighty  God  I 

^The  wa.ert  faw  thee  coine ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  lighted  flood, 

To  make  thine  armes  room. 
7.  Strange  wasthv  journey  thro'  the  fea§ 

Thy  fpotfteps,Lord,  unknown  : 
Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way, 

That  brings  thy  .«nerctc>  down. 
£•  [Thy  vo'ce,  with  terror  in  the  found. 

Thro*  clouds  and  da  knefs  brcke. 
All  heav'n  in  ligkt'ning  thane  around, 

And  earth  wuh  thunder  (hook. 

9.  Thine  arrows  thro*  thejfk'es  were  hurTd^ 
i  How  glorious  is  the  I/>rd  ! 

Surprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  tfie  world, 
Add  his  own  faints  ador'd. 

10.  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock  & 
And  fate  by  Mofes*  hand 

•jrhco*  a  dry  dcfartled  his  flock, 
Home  t»  the  promi$'d  land.} 

PSALM     LXXVIIL 

Hrst  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Providences  of  God  ncordtd  ;  or,  Pious  Educ*~ 

tion  and  inftruftion  of  Children. 

LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
Which  God  performM  of  old, 
Wmch  in  our  younger  years  we  faw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told* 

2*  He 


*68     P    S    A    L    M     LXXVUL 

2.  He  bids  us  make  h's  glories  known  : 
H  s  work*  of  poa'r  and  g  ace, 

And  we'll  convey  his  wonces  down 
Thro*  ev*ry  rifing  race. 

3.  Our  lips  (hill  tell  them  ro  #ur  font. 
And  they  again  to  their'a, 

That  gelations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heir*. 

4.  Toui  (hall  they  learn  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  fecurely  fttnds, 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works. 
But  pr-&  fe  his  command*. 

PSALM    tXXVIIL 

Second  Part*     Common  Metre* 

'Ifrttfs  Rebellion  and  Tu^Qmtnt  %  or,  ftbe  Sins 
and  Ckoftifmtms  of  Gou9s  Piepli* 

OWHAT  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe 
Was  Jacv  b*s  ane'ent  race  ! 
Faile  to  theirownmrft  folemn  vowt* 
And  to  their  maker's  grace. 

2.  They  broke  the  c  v'nant  of  his  tevet 
And  did  his  laws  .defpife,. 

Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  10  prove 
His  po**r  before  thej  eye*. 

3.  They  (aw  the  plagues  en  Egypt  lighf* 
From  his  revenging  hand  ; 

What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  m>ht 
Sf  read  o'er  the  flubbom  land! 

4.  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  lea, 
Aad  mirch'd  in  fafety  ihro* 

With 


PSALM      LXXV1II.      i^ 

tfith  war*ry  wal's  Mo  guard  their  way, 

*TtU  thev  had  'fcap'd    he  f  c. 
A  wond'n  us  pilar  marked  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  (bade  and  li^ht  ; 
Jy  day  it  ptov'd  a  &<?k*nng  cloud, 

And  leading  fire  by  night. 

He  ft  cm   he  rock  their  tbirft  fupply 94 1 

The  gufliihg  waters  fell, 
^.nd  ran  i*  rivers  bv  their  fide, 

A  fconftant  91  rack. 

Yet  they  provox'd  the  Lord moft  high, 

And  dar*d  dtft  oft  his  hand  •, 
•  Can  ^e  wiife  bread  our  hoA  fupply 

"  Amdft  this  delat  lard."  . 

The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 

Andcaus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  > 
Jis  terrors  ever  ftaod  prepared 

To  vindicate  his  mire, 

PSALM    LXXVITT; 

Third  P*rt.    Common  Metre. 

*le  Pun:  foment  of  Lvxtry  and  Jut  mperatce ; 
Cbafijimtnt  and  Savutun. 

ny  HEN'Ifr  W  fins  the  Lord  reproves 
And  fiH>  «heir  hearts  with  dread  ; 
fet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves. 
And  fends  themheav'nl?  bread. 
He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand, 
And  made  his  trr afures  known  ; 
ie  gave  the  mJdmght  clouds  eon  mand 
To  pour  provifioii  do it  n. 

*i-         •  •       ■■?■-  3- The 


170      PSALM      LXXVIlf. 

3.  The  manna  like  a  morning  flio*'f, 
Lay  thick  around   their  feet  ; 

Xhc  cam  of  heav'n  Co  light,  fo  pure, 
Ai  tho'  'twere  Angels  meat. 

4.  But  they  in  murmVin*  language  faidt 
"  Manna  is  all  our  feaft, 

"  We  loathe  this  t  ghr  this  airy  bread  ; 
*■'   We  muft  have  B-lh  to  tafte." 

5.  "  Ye  (hail  have  fl'efti  to  pleafe  yourluft,'* 
The  Lord  in  wra!/h  reply *d  ; 

And  fefu  them  quails,  like  fand  or  duft, 
Heap'd  up  from  fic'e  to  fide. 

6.  He  gave  them  aW  their  owndefire; 
And  greedy  as  they  fed, 

His  vengeance  burnt  with  Cecretfire, 
And  Imote  the  rebels  dead 

7.  When  tome  were  flaia  the  reft  return'c 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears ; 

Under  the  rod  they  feai*d  and  mourn'd, 
But  Toon  forgot  their  fears. 

8.  Oft  he  chaftis'd,and  dill  forgave 
•Till  by  his  gracious  hand 

The  nation  he  refoiy'd  to  izvc 
Pofieft  the  prom  jsM  land. 

PSALM  LXXVIII.    32,  tfc.  Long  Metre. 

Backfliding  and  Forgivenefs  ;  or.   Sin  puni/bet 
and  Saints  faved 

QREAT  God,  how  oft  d.d  Ififel  prove 

By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love  ? 
There  in  a  giafs  our  bears  may  ice 
Hjw  fickle  and  how  faife  they  be. 


PSALM     LXXX.        172 

H  >w  foon  the  fairhlefs  Jews  forgot 
ne  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought? 
hen  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 
or  fear  his  pow'r  nor  truft  bis  grace. 

The  Cord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
nd  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  j 
J  tedious  march  thro'  unknown  ways 
/ore  out  their  ftrength.  and  fpent  their  days. 

Oft  when  they  few  their  brethren  Gain, 
hey  mourned  and  iought  the  Lord  agaia  $ 
aii'd  him  tfeeror.k  of  their  abode, 
vheir  high  Redeemer,  and  their  Godi 

Their  prayers  and  vows  before  him  rife, 
s  flan'ring  words,  or  folemn  lies, 
v*hile  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
alfe  toliis  cov/nant  and  his  love* 

Yet  did  his  lov'reign  grace  forgive 
'he  men  who  not  deferv'd  to  live  j 
Is  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 
>r  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  bum*d. 
»  He  faw  their  flefh  was  weak  and  frail, 
le  faw  temptations  11J1  prevail  * 
he  God  of  Abraham  loyM  them  ftill, 
ind  led  them  to  his  hcly  hill. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXX.   L  ;ng  Metre. 

be  Cvurcb's  Prayer  under  Jffliftien  5  or,  The 
Vineyard  of  God  wafted. 

^RE  AT  (hepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 

Who  doft  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
nd  led'ft  the  tribes  thy  chofen  fheep, 
fe  thro*  the  defart  and  the  deep. 


i7t        PSALM      LXXX; 

2.  Thy  thurch  is  in  the  defart  now  : 
Shine  from  on  high,  aad  guide  us  thro'  \ 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  (hall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 
3    Grea*  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obc 
How  long  (hall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  (hall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4.  In.fteaJ  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  fa  nts  with  their  own  tears  ire  ted  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee  thy  love  reftore, 

We  (ball  be  fav'd,  aid  figh  no  more. 
Pause     1. 

5.  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hanc. 
A  lovely  vine  in  heai  hen  lands  ? 

Did  not  thypow'r  defend  it  round, 
And  heav*oJy  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6.  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  (boo 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fu  t  ! 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  {& 
Thy  moarn.ng  vine  that  lovely  tree. 

7.  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defae'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  agatnft  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  bead  devours  thy  vine. 

8.  Return,  almighty  God,  return, 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyaid  mourn  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore  : 
We  (hall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  mo^e. 

Pause     If. 

9.  Lord  when  this  vine  in  Caraan  grew, 
Thott  were  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  ! 


P    S    A    L    M      LXXX.        17} 

ttack'd  in  Tain  by  allies  fees, 

ill  the  fair  branch  of  premie  rofe. 

>.  Fair  brarch  ordain'd  of  old   to  (hoot 

otn  David's  ftcck,  from  Jacob's  root  * 

imfelf  a  noble  vice,  and  we, 

he  leffer  branches  of  the  tree, 

'Tisthyown  fon,  and  he  (hall  (tand 
irt  with  thy  ftrengthat  thy  right  h^«nd  ; 
hy  firft  born  fon,  adorn'd  and  bleft 
rith  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 
'..  O  !  for  his  fake  attend  our  cry, 
iine  on  thy  churches  lead  they  die  ; 
«*rn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore  : 
re  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  ligh  no  more. 

•SALMLXXXI.  x,  8—16.  Short  Metre. 

be  Warnings  of  God  to  bis  People  ;  or,  Spiri- 
tual BUffings  and  Punilhments. 
SING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
And  make  a  joyful  ncife  ; 
od  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God  ; 
Let  Ifr'el  hear  his  voice, 

"  From  vile  idolatry 
"  Preferve  my  worfhip  clean  ; 
I  am  the  Lord  who  fet  thee  tree 
From  Haver y  and  fin. 

"  Stretch  thy  defues  abroad, 
"  And  PU  fupply  them  well ; 
But  if  you  will  refafe  your  God, 
"  If  Ifr'el  will  rebel  B 

"  I'll  leave  them  faith  the  Lord* 
"  To  jheir  own  lulls  a  prey, 

mhimm 


174      PSALM     LXXXIL 

**  A"d  let  them  run  the  dangVous  road, 
"  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5.  •■  Yet,  O  !  that  all  my  faints, 
"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 

u  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
n  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6.  *'  While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 
"  I'd  richly  feed  my  flock, 

"  And  they  (hould  tafte  theftream  that  flowft 
H  From  their  eternal  rock." 

PSALM      LXXXIL 

God   tbt  fupremt  Governor  ;  or,  MagifiraU 
warntd. 

AMONG  the  aflemblies  of  the  great, 
A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat ; 
The  God  of  heav'n  as  judge,  furveys 
Thole  Gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2.  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  th*  unrighteous  caufe  i 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  finners  vex  the  faint  no  more  ? 

3.  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  knov 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  f 
Their  name  of  earthly  Gods  is  vain, 

For  they  (hall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4.  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  fon 
R  fiefs  his  universal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  1 
He  is  our  judge  and  he  our  God. 

PSAU 


PSALM     LXSX1II.     ,75 

>  S  A  L  M     LXXXIII.    Short  Metre. 
A  Complcint  againft  Ptrfecutm. 

ND  will  the  Godot  grace 
J^     Perpetual  filence  keep  ? 
he  God  of  juftice  hold  his  peat£, 
And  les  his  vengeance  fleep. 
Behold  what  cur  fed  fnares, 
The  men  of  mifchief  fpread  $ 
he  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee, 
L  ft  up  their  threat'ning  head, 
Againft  thy  hidden  ones 
Their  counfels  they  employ, 
nd  malice,  with  a  watchful  eye, 
Perfues  them  to  deftroy. 
The  noble  and  the  bafe, 
Into  thy  paftures  leap  ; 
he  lion  and  the  ftupid  afs, 
Confpire  to  vex  thy  fhecp, 
*  Come  let  us  join  they  cry, 
"  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
"  Nor  mern'ry  to  be  found." 
'  Awake,  almighty  God, 
And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 
ve  them  like  forefts  to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubble  to  the  wind. 
Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 
And  make  them  feek  thy  name  ; 
•Ife  their  ftubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  fcame. 
II  8.  Tbent 


i?f    p  s  a:  U  m     Lxxxnr. 

8.  Then  (bait the  nations  know 
T  .at  g  orious  drcadrul  word, 

Jibovab  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  thefov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM       LXXXIV. 

First  Part.      Long  Metre. 

Tbe  PUafure  ef  public  fVorJhip. 

JJOW  plcafant,  how  divinely  fair, 

O  Lord  of  hcfti,  thy  dwellings  arc  ! 
With  long  df  (ire  rny  fpirit  faints, 
To  meet  the  aflemblies  cf  thy  faints. 

2.  My  fl*m  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  pantmg  heart  cries  out  for  Goo  ; 
My  God  !  my  King  !  why  fhould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3.  The  fparrow  chutes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft; 
But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  I 

4.  Bled  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  of  msjefty  t 
Thy  brighteft  glories  (hine  above. 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 
5    Bled  are  the  fouls  that  find  a  place 
W  thin  the  temple  of  thy  grace  * 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife, 
6.  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  arcfet 
To  find  the  way  to  Zionfs  gate  * 


G, 


PSALM      LXXXIV.    177 

God  is  their  ftrength,   and,  thro*  the  road, 

Tnev  lean  upon  their  helper,  God* 

7.  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength 

Till  ail  fhall  meet  in  hcav'a  at  length: 

Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  noble  worfhip  there; 

PSALM    LXXXIV. 

Second    Part,       Long  Metre; 

God  and  bis  Cburcb ;  or,  Grace  and  Glcry. 

GREAT  God  attend,  while  Zion  fings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprings  5 
To  ipend  one  day  with  thee  on  earthy 
Exceeds  a  thoufanddays  of  mirth. 

Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thine  houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  powV, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door* 
j.  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day  j 
3od  is  our  (hield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th*  aflfauks  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

All  needful  grace  will  God  bcftowy 
knd  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  5 
3e  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
^0  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fwav. 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heav'n  obeyt 
&nd  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee  ; 
31cft  is  the  man  that  trufts  in  thee. 

P  PSALM 


273       PSALM    LXXX1V, 

PSALM    LXXXIV.     1,-4,  Io: 

Pararh  as'din  Common  Metre. 

Delight   in  Ordinances  of  Worjhp-y  or,  GOD 
prejent  in  bis  Churches. 

MY  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  G  :t>   eforts  / 
*Tis  oeav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 

Tho*  in  his  earthly  courts, 
a.  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  fle'es 

His  faving  pow'rdifplays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  cur  eyes 

With  kind  and  quick'ning  ray?. 
3.  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 

Defcends  and  fills  the  plaoe, 
Wh'le  Christ  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 

A  id  (btds  abroad  his  grace. 
4»  The  e,  mighty  God,  thy  words  dedare 

Tie  fecrets  of  thy  will ; 
And  ftill  wefeek  thy  mercy  there 

And  fing  thy  praifes  ft  11. 

Pause. 

5.  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee) 
Wh  le  far  from  tkne  abode; 

tWhen  fhili  I  tiead  thy  courts,  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6.  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 
And  (uffers  no  remove  •, 

O  make  me  like  the  fparrows,  bleft. 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7.  To  fie  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

Aud  hear  thy  gracious  rcice,         Exceed* 


^1 


PSALM      LXXXIV.      179 

Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 

Emptoy'd  in  carna!  jovs. 
3.  L  rd,  at  thy  threfhold  I  would  walt9 

While  Jesmjs  is  wthin. 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  date, 

Or  live  in  tents  of  (in. 
9.  Could  1  command  the  fpStcious  land, 

And  the  more  Ooundlefs  fea> 
For  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right  hand, 

I'd  give  them  both  away. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.     As  the  148th  Pfalm.] 
Longing  for  the  Hcufe  of  G  0  D. 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  ! 

To  thine  abode 

My  heart  afpires, 

With  warm  d^fires 

To  fee  my  God. 
2.  Thefparrcw  for  her  young 
With  pleafurc  fceks  her  nefi  i 
And  wand'ringfwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reft  : 

Mr  fpirit  faints 

With  equal  zeal 

To  rife  aad  dvell 

Among  thy  faints, 
O  aappy  fouls  that  pray 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear 
O  happy  men  that  pay  Their 

P  a 


x8o     PSALM      LXXXIV. 

Their  conftant  fcrvicc  there ! 
They  praife  thee  ftill  * 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 

4.  They  go  from  ftrength  toftresgth 
Thio*  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
"Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

? Till  each  in  heav'n  appears : 

0  glorious  feat, 
When  G^d  our  King 
Shall  th'ther  bring 
Our  willing  feet  I 

P    a    v    s    s; 

5.  To  fpend  one  facred  day 
Where  God  and  faints  abide," 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thoufand  days  befide  : 
Where  God  refom, 

1  love  it  more  » 
To  keep  the  door, 
Than  fhinc  in  courts. 

6.  God  is  our  fun  and  (hield; 
Our  light  and  our  defence; 
W  th  gitts  his  hands  are  fill'd,' 
We  draw  our  bleffings  thence  s 

He  (hall  beftow 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 
Aod  glory  too* 
j.  The  Lord  his  people  laves  ; 
His  hand  no  good  witholds  From 


PSALM     LXXXV.       *lr; 

From  thofe  hit  heart  approves, 
From  pmreard  pious  fouls. 

Thrice  happy  he, 

O  Go*  of  hofti, 

Wnofefpirit  trufta 

Alone  to  fhre. 

PSALM  LXXXV.  Ftrfi  Psrt.  Loog  Metre: 

IVmitigfor  en  Jifwcr  to  Prtytr  %  or,  Deliver-, 
anoe  begun  and  iompleaud. 

r  ORD  ihou  haft  caUM  thy  grace  Co  mind, 
Thou   baft  re veara*d  our  heavy  doom* 
So  God  forgave  when  Ifr*el  finnM, 
And  brought  hit  wand'nag  captives  home.' 

2.  Thou  haft  begua  to  fet  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fiereeft  wrath  abate  % 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  falvation  be  cc  molest. 

3.  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
A«d  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thv  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ; 
We  wax  for  praife  to  tun*  our  voice. 

4.  We  wait  to  hear  what  Goo  w»U  fay ; 
He'll  fpeak,  and  give  his  people  peace  s 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aft  ray, 

Left  his  returning  wrath  iacreafe. 

PSALM     LXXXV.  9,&c. 
Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Salvation  by  CHRIST. 

SALVATION  is  forever  nigh 
The  foais  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  .•' 


igjt      PSALM     LXXXVfc 

And  grace,  defcending  from  on  high, 
Rem  hopes  of  glory  (ball  afford, 
t.   Mercy  and  ru  h  on  earth  are  met, 
Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  trom  heavvn 
By  his  obedience  fo  compleat, 
Jufbce  is  pieas'd,  and  peace  is  £;v'n. 
g.  Now  truth  and  honor  fha)l  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground, 
Io  our  Redeemer's  gentle  re'\£n. 
4.  His  rightcufnefs  is  gone  before. 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  ; 
Our  wan'dnng  feet  fhali  flray  no  more, 
Bur  mak  his  fteps,  a  d  keep  the  read. 
PSALM  LXXJCVI   8— 13.  Cmmon  Metre, 
Agennal  Song  cf  P.afe  to  GOB. 

AMONG  the  princes,  ca«thly  Gods, 
There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  •, 
Nor  is  their  narurje,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  all  their  works  hke  thine. 

2.  The  nations  thou  haft  made,  (hall  bring 
Their  offerings  round  thy  chr  ne  ; 

For  thou  alone  daft  wond'rous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3.  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet  ; 
Teach  me  thine  heav'oly  wavs  •, 

And  Ay  poor  fcatcerM  thoughts  unite 
In  GeD  my  Other's  prajfe. 

4.  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 
Shall  thofefweet  wonders  tell, 

How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 

*  Rofe  from  the  deep*  of  hell         PSALM 


—-•. 


f    S    A    L    M    LXXXVII.     183 

PSALM   I XXXVU.  Lopg  Metre. 

¥ht  Cburcb  the  Btf^b-Pfaee  of  the  Saints  a  or 
Jews  and  Gent  ties  united  in  the  Cbrifitan  Clurcb^ 

fZOD  in  his  earthly  teniae  lays 

Foundations  for  hs  heav'nlv  praife  ; 
He  likes  the  rents  of  J  xob  welt, 
But  ftill  ir  Z<on  loves  to  dwe  1. 

2.  His  mercy  v.frs  evfry  huufe 

Thar  pays  their  night  and  morning  vows  j 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  ftay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray* 

3.  What  gbries  wesedefciib'd  of  old  ? 
What  wonders  are  of  Z^n  told  ? 
Thou  city  of  our  Gud  below, 

Thy  fame  (hall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4.  Egvpt  and  Tyre,  *nc*  G  crk  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew* 
Angels  and  men  (hal  pm  toting 

The  hiil  where  living  waters  fprmg. 

5.  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 

'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  newborn,  or  nounftYd  there  ! 

PSALM  LXXXIX.    Lng  Metre. 

Zbe  Covenant    m%<k  wiib  Christ*  or,  2h* 
true  D~vid* 

FOREVER  (hall  my  fong  record 
The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  % 
Mercy  and  truth  forever  (land, 
Like  heav'a  cftabLfiiU  by  his  hand. 


iS4      PSALM    LXXX1X. 

2.  "  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware,  and  faid 
••  With  thee  my  cov'nant  firft  is  made  5  * 
"  In  xhee  (hall  dying  Tinners  lire, 

"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3.  "  Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  prieft  i 
"  Thy  children  flnll  be  ever  bieft  ; 

"  Th<  u  art  my  chofen  king  :  Thy  throne 
44  Shall  (land  eternal  like  my  own, 

4.  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
tk  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 

<*  Cdeftial  po*'rs  thy  fubjecbare  ; 
55  Then  what  caa  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 
5    "  Dav  d,  my  fervant,  whom  I  ch  .fe 
4*  To  guard  mv  flick,  to  crufh  my  foes, 
"  And  raised  him  to  the  Jewrfh  throne, 
"  Was  but  afhadowor  my  Son." 
6.  Now  let  the  chuch  rejoice  and  fing 
Jesus  her  Saviour  and  her  K  ng  : 
Angels  his  hew'nly  wonder*  (how, 
And  faints  declare  his  works  bebw. 

PSALM      LXXXIX. 
Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Mortality  and  Hope. 
A  Funeral  Pfalm. 

REMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate, 
H  )w  frail  our  life,  How  fbort  the  date  I 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  deceafe,  fecure  from  death. 
%.  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  d\e9 
Our  fiefhand  fenfc  repine  and  cry,      "  Muft 


PSALM      LXXXIX.     ils 

"  Muft  death  forty tr  rage  and  re:gn  ? 
i  Or  haft  rhou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

"  Where  isthy  prpmife  to  the  juil  > 
"  Are  not  thy  fervants  turr/d  to  duft  ?** 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
Aod  fees  the  fleeping  duft  arife. 

That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
knd  clearg  the  honor  of  thy  word  \ 
kwake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord, 

PSALM   LXXXIX. 

First  Part.     Common  Metre, 

5tte  faitbfulmft  of  GOD. 

M[Y  ncver-ceafmg  fongs  ihall  (how 

Tne  mercies  of  the  Lord, 
^.nd  make  fucceeding  ages  know 

Hi*  faithful  is  his  word. 

The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

ShaJ  fi  mas  heav'n  endure  ;  • 

^nd  'f  he  fpeak  a  promifeonce, 

T  »'  eternal  grace  is  fure. 
>.  How  long  the  race  of  Dayid  held 

Thepromis'd  Jewim  throne! 
Jut  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  leal'd 

To  David's  greater  Son. 

Hs  ked  forever  fhali  pofTefs 

A  throne  above  the  ikies  : 
The  meaneft  fubjeft  of  his  grace 

Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 
;.  Lord  God  of  hods  thy  wondVous  ways 

Are  fung  by  faints  above  j  And 


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And  faints  on  earth  their  honors  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM     LXXXIX    7,  &c. 

Second  Part.    Common  Metre. 

$be  Power  and  Majeflv  cf  GOD  ;  or,  Reve- 
rential fVoJhip. 

\Xf ITH  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear 

And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  hfs  word. 

2.  How  terrible  thy  glories  be! 

H  <w  bright  thine  armies  Urne  ! 
Wbe»e  is  the  pow'r  that  vies  with  thee? 
Or  truth  compar'd  with  thue  ? 

3.  The  northern  pole   and  fouthem  reft 
On  thy  fupporting  hand  ; 

Darknefs  and  day  f  om  eaft  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4.  Thy  words  the  raging  wind  Gontroul, 
And  rule  the  boifl'rous  deep  ; 

Thcu  rnak'il  the  deeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  deep 

5.  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 
And  the  dark  world  of  hell  ; 

How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  (hine, 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel! 

6.  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
Yet  worjd'rous  is  thy  grace; 

While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one 
Invite  us  near  thy  fa^e* 

PSALM 

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p    S    A    ,L    M     lxxxia;       157 

PSALM    LXXXIX.  15,  &c. 

Third  Part.    Common  Metre, 

A  hlejjed  Goff.il 

3QLEST  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know 
J3     T°e  gofpel's  joyful  found  ; 
Peace  fhsll  attend  the  path  they  go, 

And  light  their  ftepsfurround. 
2    Their  joy  fhall  bear  their  fpirits  up, 

Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name; 
H>s  righteouinefs  exalts  their, hope, 

Nor  fatan  dares  condemn- 
3.  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence, 

Screrg^h  and  falvation  gives  : 
Jfr'el  thy  King  forever  reigns, 

Thy  God  forever  lives. 
PSALM    LXXXIX.  19,  &c« 
FOURTH  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Cbrifi's  mediatorial  Kingdcm  \  or,  His  divine  and 
human  Nature. 

JJEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 

And  made  his  mercy  kaown  : 
u  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
<;  On  my  alrrvghty  Son." 

2.  Behold  the  man  my  wtfdom  chofe 
Among  your  mortal  race  ; 

His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
The  fpirit  of  my  grace. 

3.  High  (hall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 
My  people's  better  king  j 

My 


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1 88      PSALM     LXXX1X. 

My  arm  (hall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
AndlUJ  new  fubjc&s  br  ng. 

4.  Mv  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way. 
With  mercy  by  his  fide, 

Whi'c  in  my  name  thro*  earth  and  fea 
He  fhall  tn  triumph  ride. 

5.  Me  for  his  father  and  his  God 
He  dial!  forever  own, 

Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode  j 
And  1*11  fupport  my  fon 

6.  My  firft  born  fon  array #d  in  grace, 
At  my  right  hand  (hail  fit  ; 

Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place. 
And  monarchs  a<*  his  feet, 

7.  My  cov'nant  ftands  forever  fad  ; 
My  pr/>mifesa*e  ftrong  ; 

Firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  (Hail  laft, 
His  feed  endure  as  long. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.    30,  &c. 
tiFTH  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Tbi  Covenant  of  Grace  unchangeable  •,  or,  Aj* 
fiSlions  witbvHt  Rejetticn. 

YET*  faith  the  Lord,  if  David's  race, 
Tr  e  children  of  my  fon, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abu{e  my  grace, 

And  rempt  mine  anger  down  ; 
2.  Their  fius  I'll  vifu  with  the  rod, 

A^d  makethe*r  folly  fmart ; 

Bu:  iM  notceafe  to  be  the?r  God, 

Nor  from  my  truih  depart. 


PSALM      LXXXIX.      SI9 

3,  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 
But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 

And  what  eternal  love  hath  (poke, 
Eternal  truth  (hall  bind. 

4,  Once  have  I  fworn  (I  need  no  more) 
And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 

To  feal  the  facred  prcmife  fare 
To  David  and  his  race. 

5,  The  fun  (hall  fee  his  offspring  rife, 
And  fpread  from  fea  co  fea, 

Long  as  he  travels  round  the  ikies, 

To  give  the  nations  day. 
S.  Sure  as  the  moon  that  roles  the  night, 

His  kingdom  (hall  endure, 
Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  (hade  and  light 

Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more. 

?SALM  LXXXIX.  47,  &c.  As  the  113th*, 
Life%  Diatb  and  the  Rejurrefihn. 

THINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  ; 
How  few  his  hours  !  how  fhort  his  (pan 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
#ho  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
igainft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  (kill  to  fly  or  pow'r  to  lave  ? 
Lord  (hall  it  be  forever  faid, 
'  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 
%%  For  ficknefs,  forrow,  and  the  duft  V\ 
re  not  thyfervants  day  by  day 
ent  to  their  graves  and  turnM  to  clay, 
Lord  where'*  thy  kiodnefs  to  the  juft  ? 

3.  Haft 


19o  PSALM       XC. 

3*  Haft  thou  not  promised  to  thy  fon, 
And  ail  his  feed  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  flefh  and  fcn!e  indulge  defpair ; 
For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  ward, 

And  find  a  reiurreclion  there. 
4.  Forever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward 

For  ail  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  j 
Let  all  below  and  ali  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 

And  each  repeat  a  loud  amen. 

PSALM    XC.    Long  Metre. 

Man  mortal  and  God  eternal. 

A  mournful  Song  at  a  Funeral 

*T*HRO*  ev'ry  age  eternal  God, 

Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  5 
High  was  thy  throne  e'er  heav'n  was  madefl 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid. 

2.  Long  had  ft  thou  reign'd  e'er  time  began* 
Or  duft  was  fafhion'd  into  man  \ 

And  long  thy  kingdom  (hall  endure, 
When  ea  th  and  time  (hall  be  no  more, 

3.  Rut  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guile  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  tentence.  Lord  was  juft, 
••  Return  ye  finners  to  your  duft." 

4.  [A  thouland  of  our  years  amount. 
Scarce  co  a  d*y  in  thine  account  \ 
Like  yeflerday#«  departed  light, 

Or  the  laft  watch  of  coding  night. 


PSALM       XC. 

Pause. 

5.  Death  like  an  overflowing  ftream 
Sweeps  us  away  5  our  life's  a  dream  ; 
lAn  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r, 
Cut  down  ad  v*ither'd  in  an  hour  ] 

6.  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet  ; 
How  (hort  the  term  !  how  frail  the  ftate  I 
And  if  co  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rathe,  figh  and  groan  than  live, 

7.  But  O  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expe&ed  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  ; 
We  fear  the  pow'r  that  ftrikes  us  dead.] 

8.  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  j 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  fpan, 

Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  t©  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM      XC.     1—5. 

First  Part.      Common  Metre. 

Man  frail,  and  God  eternal, 

OUR  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
}ur  flicker  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 

Thy  feints  have  dwelt  fccure  j 
Efficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 

And  our  defence  is  fure. 
.  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  rccei?'d  her  frame, 


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i9l  PSALM      XC. 

From  everlaftmg  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4.  Thy  word  commands  our  flefh  to  duft, 
"  Return,  ye  ions  of  men :" 

All  nations  rcfe  from  earth  ac  firft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5.  A  choufand  ages  in  thy  fight 
Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 

Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  riling  fun. 

6.  (The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 
With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 

Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 

And  loft  in  following  years. 
p.  Time  like  an  ever  rolling  dream, 

Bea  s  ail  its  fans  away  ; 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 
8.  Lik  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  (land, 

Plea  *d  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 

Lie  with'ring  ere  'tis  night.] 
3.  Our  God  our  help  in  age9  pair, 

Our  hope  for  year*  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft, 

And  our  eternal  home^ 

PSALM  XC.    8»  iit  9»  10,-12. 

Sfcond  Part.     Common   Me:;e. 

Infirmities  aid  Mortality  tbt  EffeH  of  Sin ;  C 

Life  old  Age^  and  Preparation  for  Death. 

LORD,  if  thine  eyes  lurvey  our  (auks, 
Aad  juftice  grows  feme,  TI 


^P    S    A    L    M      XC;         19$ 
ol  eav&  &uj-  mi  J      ft/iqe  . 
From  everlafiing  thou  art  God/    </ 
To  endlefs  vears  the  fame, 

4.  Thy  word  commands  our  flefli  to  duft, 
"  Return,  ye  fins  of  men  :'• 

All  nations  role  from  earth  at  firft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again, 

5.  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 
Are  l'ke  an  ev'ning  gone  ; 

Short  as  the  warch  that  ends  the  night, 
B~*fVe  the  rifing  fun. 

6.  [The  bufy  tribes  of  flefli  and  blood, 
With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 

Are  carry 'd  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

7.  Time  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 
Bears  all  its  fens  away  ; 

They  fly  forgotten  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  theop'ning  day. 
S.  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  (land,1 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning-light  9 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 

Lie  with'ring  e'er  'tis  night.] 
9.  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  pad", 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  cur  guard  while  troubles  laft,1 
And  our  eternal  home. 
P  S   A  L   M     XC.  8,  11,  9,  10,  ii2 
Second  Part.      Common  Metre. 
Infirmities  and  Mortality  the   EffeftofSi*\  Ofj 

Ufet  Old  Jge9  and  preparation  for  Death. 
[^ORD,  if  thine  eyes  iurvey  our  faults, 
Aad  jufticegrows  feverc, 
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194-  PSALM      XC. 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 

And  burns  beyond  our  fear, 
t.  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dud ; 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons,  have  loft 

Their  immortality. 

3.  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement  flies, 
A  fable  or  a  fong  : 

By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4.  Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 
To  threefecre  years  and  ten  ; 

And  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 
Is  forrow,  toil  and  pain. 

5.  [Our  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife 
Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 

And  drag  thofe  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

6.  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 
And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 

O  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7.  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heaVnly  art 
T*  improve  the  hours  we  have, 

That  we  mav  act  the  wHer  part, 
And  I've  beyond  the  grave* 

?    S    A    L    M      XC.  13,  &«o' 

Third  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Breathing  after  Heaven, 

RETURN,  O  God  of  love  return  s 
Earth  is  a  tirefome  place :  ;How 


PSALM     XC.  195 

How  long  (hall  we  thy  children  mourn 
Our  abfencefrnm  thy  face  ; 

2.  Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years  5 
Let  fin  aod  (orrow  ceaie  ; 

A  id  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 
So  make  our  joys  increale. 

3.  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  (howj 
Make  thy  own  work  complea   ; 

Then  fhdll  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 

And  own  thy  love  is  great. 
4    Then  (hall  we  (hine  before  thy  throne 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  ; 
Ad  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 

Meet  a  divine  reward. 


P   S    A    L    M    XC.  5, 13,    12. 

Short  Metre. 
The  frailty,  audjhortnefsof  Life. 
J^ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 

Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ? 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 

That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 
2.  Alas  the  brittle  clay 

Tnat  built  our  body  firft  ! 
And  ev'ry  month,  and  evVy  day; 

'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  duft. 
3    Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  day  : 
Juft  like  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

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T0#  PSA    L     M      XCI. 

4.  Well*  if  our  days  muft  fly, 
We'll  keep  fheir  end  in  fight, 

WeM  Jpewd  fNem  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  (peed  their  flight. 

5.  They'll  w*tt  usfoo'ner  O'er 
This  life's  tempeftuous  fca  .* 

Soon  we  Hfldl  reach  the  peaceful  more 

Of  bled  eternity. 
PSAL  M    XCI.    1  —  7.  Long  Metre. 
Sap/y  in  public  Di/eafis  and  Bangers. 

TIE  that  hsth  made  his  refuge  God, 
Shall  find  a  moft  fecure  abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  made. 
And  these  at. nl^.ht  fiiall  reft  his  head. 

2.  Then  will  I  fay.,  »  my  God,  tb*y  pow'r 
*«  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tow'r  : 

"  I,  that  am  ftfrm'd  ot  feebteduft, 

**  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft.5' 

3.  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  "from  the  fowler's  fnace  ; 
Satan  the  foWief,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  fouis  a   thoufand  ways. 

4.  juft  as  ahe.i  protects  her  breod 
From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood, 
Under  her  feathers  •,  fo  the  LeRD 
Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 

5.  If  burning  beam*  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftiiential  fire, 

God  s  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread, 
•p  &:eld  them  with  a  healthful  Aade. 

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6.  If  vapours  -with  malig&a-nt  breath     . 
R'fe  thick,  and  fcatter  rrvdn'ght  death, 
Iir'el  is  fare  :  the  poifon'd  air 

Grows  pure,  if  Ifr'el's  God  be  there* 

P     a     u     s     E. 

7.  What  tho*a  thoufand  at  thy  fide; 
At  thy  nght  hand  ten  thoufand  dy*d, 
Thy  Goo  his  c'hofen  people  faves 
Amongft  the  dezd,  amidft  the  graves/ 

8.  So  when  he  Tenth's  angel  down 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Pad  all  the  doOrs  of  Jacob  by. 

9.  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
Receive  corrimiffion  from  the  Lord 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  bleuVj 

10.  The  fword,  the  peftilencc  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  bed  defire  ; 
From  fins  and  for  rows  fet  them  free  ; 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee, 

PSALM  XCL   9—16".    Common  MetreJ 

JProteftion  from  Death,  Guard  tf  Angels  7  Viflor) 
and  Deliverance, 

YE  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
Exposed  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place. 

And  try  and  truft  his  care. 
2*  Noillfliall  enter  where  you  dwell; 
Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 

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i^S  PSALM     XCHj 

And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
Twill  raife  his  faints  on  high. 

3.  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 
Your  <eer  in  all  your  ways ; 

To  warch  vour  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And   guid  vour  happy  days. 

4.  Their  hards  (ha  1  bear  you  left  you  fall, 
And  dafh  againft  the  ftones  : 

Are  fhey  not  fervants  at  his  call, 
And  fent  t*  attend  his  fons  ? 

5.  Adders  and  lions  ye  (hail  tread  : 
The  temper's  wiles  defeat ; 

He  tha;  hath  boke  the  fer  peat's-  head, 
Put*  h  m  beneath  your  fret. 

6.  *  Becaufeon  rrc  they  fet  their  love, 
"  I'll  fave  them,    faith  the  Lord  v 

J4  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
*•  Deftrudl  on  and  the  fwcrd. 

7.  *  My  grace  (rull  anfwer  when  they  call  j 
M  In  trouble  1M  be  nigh  : 

V  My  pow'r  (hal«  htlp  them  when  they  fallr 
"  And   aife  them  when  they  die. 

8.  "Thcfe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  knows 
**  I'll  honor  them  in  heav'n  ; 

•f  Tnere  mv  fa'vafon  (hall  be  mown, 
it  Andendlefs  life  be  giv'n." 

PSALM    XCII. 

First  Part.      Long  Metre. 

A  Pfalm  for  the  LORD'S  Day. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  mv  God,  my  king. 
To  praife  thy  name,  give  ihanki  and  fm|t 


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To  (hew  thy  love  by  morning-light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2.  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 
No  mortal  cares  (hall  feize  my  bread; 
O  mav  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  Davids  harp  of  folemn  found  ! 

3.  My  heart  (hall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word  i 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they  (hine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  J 

4..  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  « 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  5 
Like  grafs  they  flourim,  till  thy  breath 
Blaft  them  in  everlafting  death. 
£.  But  I  (hall  (hare  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  hearty 
And  f rem  fupplies  of  joy  are  fhed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  chear  my  head. 

6.  Si-n  (my  worft  enemy  before) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more: 
My  inward  foes  (hall  all  be  (lain, 
Nor  fatan  break  my  peace  again. 

7.  Then  (hall  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  knowa 
All  I  defir'd  or  wifh'd  below  ; 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy, 

PSALM    XCII.   1*,  &c, 
Secn»  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  Church  is  the  Garden  of  GOB. 
J^ORD,  'tis  a  pleafaat  thing  to  ftand 
Iq  gardens  plaatei  by  thiae  haad  5 


too      F    S    A    L    M  XCIII. 

Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen, 
Lke  a  young  cedar  frefh  and  green. 
2f.  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Bleft  with  thine  influence  from  above  -9 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  it's  trees 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3.  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  muft  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  elfe  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  ftrong  and  fair. 

4.  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  (hew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  true  ; 
None  that  attend  his  gates  (hall  find 

A  Gcd   unfaithful  cr  unkind. 

PSALM    XCIII.  Long  Metrei 
The  Eternal  and  Sovreign  GOD. 

JEHOVAH  reigns  :  He  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majefty  and  might : 
The  world  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  firm  fouadation  (lands. 
U  But  e'er  this  fpacious    world  was  made, 
Dr  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  ftood, 
Ihyfelf  the  ever-living  God. 

5.  Like  fbods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  fkies; 
Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
fit  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

1.  Forever  mail  thy  throne  endure  j 
rhy  promife  (lands  forever  fare  j 

And 


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^nd  cverlaftin^  ho!iners 
Jecomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace; 
PSALM  XCIII.  As  tffe  old  50th  Pfalm* 

rHR  Lord  of  glory  reign*,  be  reigns  00  high  : 
His  robes  of  (late  are  ftrength  and  raajcfiy  : 
'his  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  ccsroaad. 
kilt  by  bis  word,  and  'fttbl.fh'd  by  his  hand  ; 
,ong  (Uod  his  throne,  e'er  he  began  ereatioo, 
bd  hit  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 
i.  God  i*  th'  ee-oal  king.     Thy  foes  in  vain 
tsife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  s     : 
n  fiin  the  ft  arm*,  in  *a5n  the  floods  arife, 
\nd  roar,  and  tofs  their  wares  sgainft  the  fcies ; 
Naming  at  hesv'n  they  rage  with  wild  commotion, 
Jut  heat'n's  high  arches  fcorn  the  fueling  ocean. 
|.  Yetcrnpefti,  rage  no  more  ;  ye  floods,  beftiil  ; 
\od  the  mid  world  fabmJffi?e  to  his  will  : 
Juilt  oo  his  trath,  hit  cfeurch  rauft  eter  Rand  ; 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftron'6  his  hand  : 
Jee  his  own  foos,  when  they  apppcar  before  hira, 
)9W  at  his  footftool,  and  with  fear  adore  hi®. 

PSALM  XCIil.  As  the  old   12 2d  JPfclii; 

TpHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
!  And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awfui  glories  cro^a'd  ^ 

Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 

Begirt  with  fov'reign    mighty 
knd  rays  of  mVjcfty  around. 
1.  Upheld  by  thy  command?, 

The  world  fecurelv  ftands  3 
\nd  fkies  and  ftars  obey  thy  wor<? : 

Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high, 

Before  the  ftarry  fky  ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Load.  3,  Id. 


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3.  In  vain  the  noify  crowd, 
L'ke  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  ; 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite, 

The  furly  nations  fight, 
And  dafh  like  waves  againfl  tfee  more, 

4.  Let  flDodi,  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  engage  : 

Let  fwelling  tides  aflault  the  fky, 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefsdown  ; 
Thy  throne  forever  ftands  on  high. 

5.  Thy  prom.fes  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new : 

There  fix'd,  thy  church  fhall  ne'er  remove  £ 
Thy  faints  with  holy  fear, 
Shall  in  thy  counts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  everlafting  love. 
Repeat  the  fourth  Stanza  to  cempkat  the  Tune* 
PSALM     XCIV.   1,2,  7,— 14.     ) 
First  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Saints  (haftijed  and   Sinners  defiroyed  j  or,  i»- 
ftruftfae  djflMions. 

OGOD  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  fov'reign  pow'i  redrefs  our  wrongs, 

Let  juftce  fmite  the  proud. 
2.  They  fav,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hear*  A 

When  will  the  fools  be  wife  ! 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  fornVd  their  ean  ? 
Or  blind,  who  msde  their  eye*  ?       3.  Ke 


PSALM     XCIV.        2*3 

He  knows  their  impious  tho'ts  are  vain, 
Ad  they  (hall  feel  his  pow'r  -, 
I-s  wrath  (hall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain^ 
In  fome  furprifmg  hour. 

But  ;f  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  ; 
Thy  providences  and  thy  book, 

Shall  make  then*  know  their  Gop. 
5.  Bleftisthe  man  thy  hands  chaftife^ 

And  to  his  duty  draw ; 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife 

When  they  torget  thy  law. 
i.  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  faints, 

Nor  his  own  promife  break  j 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 

For  their  Redeemer's  fake. 

PSALM    XCIV.  16—23: 

Second  Part.    Common  Metre; 

God  our  Support  and  Comfort \  or,  Deliverance 
from  Temptation  and  Perfection. 

\Xf  HO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 

Agamft  my  num'rous  foes, 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

And  ail  my  hopes  oppofe  ; 
2.  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help 

Suftain'd  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 

My  fouiamongft  the  dead. 

Alas !  my  Hiding  feet  !  1  cry'd  ; 

Thy  promife  was  my  prop  •, 


2*4        PSALM      XCV. 

Thy  grace  flood  conftant  by  my  fide  ; 
Thy  fpirit  boreme  up. 

4.  White  multitudes  of  mournfnl  thought 
Within  my  bofom  roll ; 

Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  chear  my  foul. 

5.  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 
And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 

But  Gcd  my  refuge  rules  the  fkies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6.  Let  malice  vent  her  ra^e  aloud, 
Let  bold  b'afphemers  flcorT-, 

The  Lord  our  God  (1a all  judge  the  proud, 
Andcutthe  finners  off. 

PSALM    XCV.    Common  Metre. 

A  Pfa?m  be j ore  Prayer* 

SING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
And  in  his  ftrerigth  rejoice  \ 
[When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
Exaited  be  our  voice, 

2.  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 
And  pfalms  of  honor  fing  ♦, 

The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
.    The  whole  creation's  king. 

3.  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know 
How  mean  their  nature's  feem  ; 

Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4.  Earth  with  it's  caverns  dark  and  deep, 
Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  -, 


Hfc 


PSALM     XCV.  205 

le  hVd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 

And  where  the  hills  muft  (land. 

Come,  arid  with  humble  fouls  adore  \ 

Com?,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
)may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 

Be  children  of  his  grace! 
.  Now  is  the  time  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requeft  ; 
lome,  left  he  roufe  his  wrath,  and  fwcar, 

*<  Ye  (hall  not  fee  my  reft.5* 

PSALM  XCV.  Short  Metre. 
A  Pj&lm  before  Sermon. 

^OME  found  his  praifc  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  fing  : 
ehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 

The  univerfal  king. 
Heform'd  the  deeps  unknown  5 

He  gave  the  fea,  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  ali  his  own. 

And  all  the  folid   ground. 

Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne  5 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  -3 
Nt  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  % 

He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 
.  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
!ome,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 

And  own  your  gracious  God. 
,  But  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 

And 


2o6  PSALM     XCV. 

And  hearts  grow  hard  like  ftubbom  Jews, 

That  unbelieving  race  ; 
4>.  The  Lord  in  vengeance  dreft 

Will  life  his  hand,  and  fwear, 
**  You  that  defpifc  my  prtmis'd  reft, 

44  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 
PSALM  XCV.    i—3,  6— ii.  Long  Metre. 

Canaan  loft  through  Unbelief,  or,  a  Warning   /Jr 
delaying  Sinners. 

£[OME,  let  our  voices  join  to  ralfe  rJ 

A  facred  fong  of  folemn  praife  : 
God  is  a  fov'reign  king;  rehearfe 
His  honor  in  ealted  verfe, 
2    Ccme,  letourf>uls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Whofram'd  our  nature's  with  his  word; 
He  U  our  (hepard  we  the  meep 
H  s  mercy  chofe,  hispaftures  keep. 

3.  Come  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey  ; 

Nor  let  our  hardned  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifr'el  knew. 

4.  Ifr'el  that  law  his  works  of  grace, 
Tempted  their  maker  to  his  face* 
A  faithlefs,  unbelieving  brood, 
T^attir'd  the  patience  of  their  God, 

5.  Thus  faith  the  Lord,"  How  falfethey  prove 
•'  Forget  my  pow'r  abufe  my  love  *, 

"  S  nee  they  delpife  my  reft,  Ifwear, 
**  Their  feet  (hall  never  enter  there." 

6.  [Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread  5 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  ;     Atten* 


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kttend  theorTe'd  grace  to-day, 
Jor  lole  the  blefling  by  delay. 

Seize  thek;nd  promife  while  it  waits, 
ind  march  to  Zion*s  heav'nly  gates ; 
lei.eve,  and  take  the  promi*'d  teft, 
)t>ey,  and  be  forever  b'eft  ] 
PSALM  XCVI     !,  10,  &c.  Com.  Metre; 

CHRIS 1 9s  fir  ft  and  Jecond  commg. 
^jING  to  the  Lo<.d,  ye  defiant  lands, 
J     Ye  tribes  of  ever/  tongue ; 
HLs  ne*  difcove-'d  grace  demands 

A  new  and  nub;er  fong. 

Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
riis  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftains, 

And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 
5    Lee  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  dar„ 

Joy  thro*  the  earth  be  feen ; 
Let  cities  fhine  in  bright  array, 

And  fields  in  chearful  green* 
I .  Let  an  unufal  joy  furp  ife 

The  1  (lands  of  the  fea  : 
JTe  mountains  (ink    ye  valies  rife^ 

Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 
Behold,  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  (he  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 

And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 
5.  But  when  his  voice  (hall  raifc  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread, 

T©  fee  their  judge  appear  1  PSALM 


2oS         PSALM    XCVI. 

PSALM    XCVI.   As  the  113th  Pftlm. 
The  GOD  §f  the  Gentz  is. 

LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 
Tofing  the  choiceft  pfaJms  or  praife, 
fo  fwg  and  hiefs  Jehovah's  name  : 
His  glory  lee  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  (how, 
And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim^ 

2.  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord: 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  woid  i 

Li  Britain  is  Jehovah  known  : 
Our  vrorfhip  fhaii  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made: 

Our  maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3.  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  flcy, 
He  made  the  (hiring  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  com  pleat  in  glory  there  ; 
His  beams  are  majefty  and  lighc  5 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright  / 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair  ! 

4.  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  (hall  (eel  his  faving  pow'r, 

And  barbarous  nations  fear  his  name : 
Then  (hall  the  race  of  manccnfef3 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM  XCVII.  Firfi  Part.  Long  Metre. 

CHRIST  relgnivg  in   Heaven,  and   coming  i 
Judgment. 

XJE  reigns  •,  the  Lord,   the  Saviour  reigns 
irX  Praife  him  in  evangelic  drains  : 


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Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diftant  ifhnds  join  their  voice. 

2.  Deep  are  his  counfelsand  unknown"  \ 
But  grace  and  truth  (upport  his  throne  5 
Tho*  gloomy  clouds  his  way  iurrouad, 
Juftice  is  their  erernal  ground. 

3.  Jn  robes  of  judgement,  lo,  he  comes  t 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs  | 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire* 

4.  His  enemies,  with  fore  difmay, 

Fly  from  the  fight,  and  fhun  the  day  : 
Then  life  your  heads,  ye  fain  s,  on  high? 
And  fing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

PSALM     XCVII.     6,-9; 

Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

CHRIST'S  Incarnation. 

'"jPHE  Lord  is  come  ;  theheav'ns  proclaim 
His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  3 
An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  road 
Of  eaftern  fages  to  thek  God, 

5.  All  ve  bright  armies  of  the  fides, 
Go  worlhip  where  the  favicur  lies  : 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofegod3  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
3.  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 
And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  i 
But  Judah  (hout,  but  Zion  fing, 
And  earth  confefs  her  fov'rcign  King; 

R 

PSALM 


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PSALM    XCVII. 

Thxhi>  Pari1.    Long  Metrei 

Grace    and  Glory. 
^H*  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky  ; 
Tho*  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet. 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy- feat. 
a.  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name}, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  (in  and  fhame  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

3.  Immortal  light,  and  >oys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  gl  mows  feeds  (hail  fpring  and  rile, 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 

4.  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facrcd  honors  of  the  Lord ; 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace, 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

PSALM  XCVII.  1,  3,  s—7*  *  4  Com* Metrc- 
Christ'i  Incarnation*  and  the  laft  JuigmtnU 

YE  ifbnds  of  the  northern  fea, 
Rejoice,  the  faviour  reigns  ; 
His  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 

And  mountains  melt  to  plains, 
a.  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 

And  makes  the  Tallies  rife  : 
The  humble  loul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 

Tiie  haughty  fmner  dies* 
3*  The  hcav'ns  his  rightful  pow'f  proclaim  ; 

The  idol- gods  around  **Jj 


PSALM      XCVIII.        21k 

Fill  their  own  wcrfhippers  with  fhame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4.  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 
Make  the  Redeemer  known;      . 

Thus  fhall  he  come  to  judge  the  earthy 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5.  His  foes  (hall  tremble  at  his  fight, 
And  hills  and  feas  retire  ; 

Hfo  children  take  their  unknown  Sight, 
And  leave  the  worfci-on  fire. 

6.  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 
For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 

Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown. 
And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 

PSALM      XCVIII. 

First  Part.     Common  Metre, 

Prai/e  for  the  GofpsL 

TO  bur  almighty  maker,  God, 
New  honors  be  addreft  ; 
His  great  falvation  mines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  bleft. 

2.  He  fpake  the  word  to  Abra'm  firft  ; 
His  truth  fulfils  the  grace  ; 

The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  truft, 
And  learn  his  righteoufnefa. 

3.  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  difPrent  tongues  ; 

And  fp>read  the  honors  of  his  name 
In  melody   and  tongs. 
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*i2        PSALM      XCVI5I. 

PSALM      XCVIH. 
Second'  Part.     Common  Metre. 
"the  Messiah's  coming  and  Kingdom. 

JOY  to  tlie  world,  the  Lord  is  come, 
Let  earth  receive  her  king : 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 

And  heav'n  and  nature  ling, 
*.  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 
[While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3,  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  ; 

He  comes  to  make  his  bkflings  flow 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4.  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace  % 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

PSALM    XCIX. 
First  Part*  Short  Metre. 
CHRIST'S  Kingdom  and  Majejly. 

THE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
Let  all  the  nations  fear  1 
Let  finne-s  tremble  at  his  throne, 

And  iaints  be  humble  there. 
2.  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns  * 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord* 
Bright  Cherubs  his  attendants  (land, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word.  3*  la 


PSALM      XCD£  «i3 

3.  Tn  Zion  is  his  throne, 
His  honors  are  divine  5 

His  church  (hall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  fhine. 

4.  How  holy  is  his  name ! 
How  terrible  his  praMe  ! 

Juftice  and  truth  and  judgement  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM    XCIX. 

Second    Part.       Short  Metre; 

A  holy  GOD  wor/hipped  with  Reverence* 

EXALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  worfhip  at  his  feet ; 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat, 

2.  When  Ifr'el  was  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his   prieft, 

When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd,' 
He  gave  his  people  reft, 

3.  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 
Nuf  would  deftroy  their  race  ; 

And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known9 
When  they  abua'd  his  grace. 

4.  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
Whofe  grace  is  ftill  the  fame  ; 

Still  he's  a  God,  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name^ 
PSALM  C.  First  Part.  Long  Metre; 
A  plain  Tranftation. 
Prodfe   to   our  Creator. 

YE  nations  round  the  earth*  rejoice 
Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  king * 


21^  P    S    A    L    M      C.      • 

Strvc  him  with  chearful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  hi?  glory  fmg. 

2.  The  £,ord  is  God  ;  'tis  he  alone 
Dotk  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  t 
We  are  his  work,    and  not  our  owa  \ 
The  fteep  that  on  his  paftures  lve. 

3.  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praifes  t©  his  courts  repair  j 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4.  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  : 

And  the  whole  race  of  man  fliall   find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

PSALM  C.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre 

A  Paropbrofi. 

SING  to  the  Lord  with  jovful  voice  5 
Let  eV ry  land  his  name  adore  \ 
The  Britift  ifles  (hall  fend  the  noifc 
Acrofs  the  ocean  to  the  (hore. 
2.  Nations,    attend  before  his  throne 
With  (oleum  fear,  with  (acred  joy  j 
JCnow  that  the  .Lord  b  God  alone  1 
He  car.  create,  and  he  deftroy. 
2    His  fov'reign  pow'r,   without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  : 
And  when, like  wand'ring  fiicep,  weltray'd* 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
4.  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
X)ur  loujs,  *nd  all  out  mortal  fraoic  : 

What 


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Whatlafting  honor*  (hall  w*  fcar0 
Almighty  maker,  to  thy  name. 

5.  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs* 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife  ; 

And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufend  tongues. 
Shall  fill  Ay  courts  with  founding  praife* 

6.  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command! 
vVaft  as  eternity  thy  love  1 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  rnuft  (land, 
When  rolling  year*  {hall  ceafe  to  move; 

PSALM   CI.     Long  Metre. 

Tht  M*giftr4tes  Pfalm. 

MERCY  and  judgement  are  my  fangs 
And  fmce  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,   my  righteous  king, 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows   i  bring, 
z.  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 
■Til  take  my  counfels  from  thy  word  5 
Thy  jullicc  and  thy  ^cav'niy  grace, 
£hali  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3.  Let  wifdom  all  my  anions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  mercfidc; 
No  wicked  thing  fhall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4.  No  Ions  of  (lander,  rage  and  ftrife. 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life; 
The  haughty  look,  the.heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  (hall  ne'er  abide. 

5.  [HI  fearch  the  land  and  raife  thejuft 
To  poiU  of  honor,  wealth  and  trull: 

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The  men  that  work  thy  holy  w?!Jf 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fa  vf  rites  Oil!.] 

6.  In  vain  fhall  tinners  hope  to  rile 
Bv  flatt'ring  or  mehcous  lies : 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
The  bofd  offender  (han't  be  fpar'd, 

7.  The  impious  crew  {[hat  factious  hand) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  2 
And  all  that  break  the  public  reft, 
.Where  i  have  pow'r,  fhail  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM  CI.    Common  Metre. 
A  Pfalm  for  a  Mafler  cf  a  Family. 

OF  juftice    and   of  grace  I  ting, 
And  pay  my  God  my  vows ; 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  king, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  hcufe. 

2.  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 
And  make  thy  feryant  wife  ; 

l'JI.fuffcr  nothing  near  me  there 
Thar  fhall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3.  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong 
By  falftiood  or  by  force, 

The  fcornfal  eye,  the  fiandYous  tongue, 
I'll  thruft  them  from  my  doors. 

4.  I'll  feek  the  f  uhfuland  the  juft, 
And  will  their  help  enjoy  ; 

jThefeare  ctie  frien ds  that  I   fhall  truft, 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5.  The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit 
I'll  not  endure  a  night! 


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PSALM      CI.  ri7 

The  liar's  tongue  I'll  ever  hate, 

And  b  nifh  from  my  fight; 
6„  I'll  purge  mv  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee ; 
So  (hal!  my  houie  be  ever  found 

A  dwelling  fie  for  thee. 

PSALM     Cli.    i — 13,  20,  si, 

First  Part.     Common  Mure. 

A  Prayer  of  the  .s-ffliBid. 

LIEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 

*•  -*■     But  anfwer  left  I  die  : 

Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grtce, 

To  hear  when  fmners  cry. 

My  days  are  wafted  hke  the  Imoke, 

DiffoWing  in  the  air  : 
Vly  ftrength  is  dry'd,  my  r  cart  is  broke, 

And  finking  in  delpair. 
\.  My  fpirits  flag,  like  withVing  g^afs 

Burnt  with  exccfil  e  heat  : 
in  fecret  groans  my  minute s  pafs, 

And  I  forget  co  ear. 
..  As  on  fome  lonely  building  s  cop 

The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 
rar  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  ho^e, 

I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 
t  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs 

Where  beads  of  midnight  howl  ; 

here  the  fad  raven  finds  he    place, 

And  there  the  fcreamin g  owl. 

Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 
.Dwell  io  my  trouoied  breaft  j  While 


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While  (harp  reproaches  wound  my  cars. 
Nor  give  my  fpiric  reft. 

7.  My  cup  is  mingled  with  aiy  woes. 
And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 

My  daily  bread  Ukeafties  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8.  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 
To  fouls  that  feel  thy  ^rown  ; 

Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advane'd  me  high9 
Thy  hand  hath  caft  me  down. 

9.  My  looks  like  withcr'd  leaver  appear ; 
And  life's  declinging  light 

Grows  faint  as  cv'ning  (hadows  are, 
That  vanifh  into  night. 

10.  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 
O  my  eternal  God  ; 

Ages  to  come  (hall  know  thy  name, 

And  fprcad  thy  works  abroad. 
xx.  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  (hew  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  th*  appointed  hour  of  grace, 

That  long  expetted  day. 
12.  He  hears  his  iaints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And  by  myfterious  ways 
Redeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  to  die, 

And  fills  their  tongues  with  praifc. 

PSALM    CIL  13—21. 
Second  Part.     Common   Metre. 
Prayer  heard%  and  Zion  reftored. 

LET  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice  •, 
Behold  the  promised  hour  ;  Htt 


psalm    err.        219 

Itr  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice. 

And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 
Her  duft  and  ruins  that  remain 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
"hole  ruins  fhall  be  builr  again, 

And  aii  that  duft  fhall  rife. 

The  Lord  will  rail*  JerWalern, 

And  ftand  in  glory  there  ; 
fations  (hall  bow  before  his  name. 

And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

He  fits  a  lov'ieigo  on  his  throBe, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
le  hears  the  dying  pris'ntrs  groan, 

And  lees  their  fighs  arife. 

He  frees  the  fouls  Condemned  to  death  5 

And  when  his  faints  complain, 

(han't  be  laid  that  praying  breath 

Was  ever  ipetyt  in  vaja, 
,  This  fhall  oc  known    when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record, 
'hat  ages  vet  unciorn  may  read, 

And  cruft  and  praife  the  Lord. 

SALM  CIL  23,-28.  Long  Metres 
tan*s  Mortality,  and  Christ^  Eternity  5  orf 
Saints  &>,  tut  Christ  and  the  Church  live. 

T  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 
.   Weakens  our  ftreng'h  amidft  the  race  ; 
ileafe  and  deatn  at  his  command 
rreft  u,s,  and  cut  fliort  our  days. 

Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  praj  ; 
or  let  our  fun  go  down  at  aooo  ;  Thy 


220         PSA    L    M      CIIL 

Tby  years  are  ore  eternal  day  ; 
And  muft  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ! 

3.  Yet  in  the  mid  ft  of  death  and  grief, 
This  thought:  our  forrow  fliouid  affunge  ; 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live; 

"  Christ  is  the  lame  thro'  ev'ry  age." 

4.  9T*as  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  band  : 

Tms  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav'ns  fhall  fade, 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  cemmand. 

5.  The  ftasry    curtains  of   the  fky, 
Like  garments  (hail    be  laid  afide  ; 
Butftill  thy  throne  (lands  firm  on  high  ; 
Thy    church  forever  muft  abide. 

6.  Before  thy  face  thy  chu  ch  (hall  live  ; 
And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  ; 
This  dying  world  (ball  they  turvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSA     L     M     .CHI..  1,-7; 
First  Part.      Long  Metre. 
Bhffm*  God  for  bis  gocdnefs  So   Soul  and  Body* 

BLESS,  O  my  .foul,  the  Hying  God, 
Call  hor$e  thy  tho*ts   that  rove  abroad  j 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  (o  divine. 

2.  Blefs,  O  mv  foul,  the  God  of  grace; 
H.s  favors  claim  thr.higheft  praife  : 

"Why  mould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Bs  loft  in  filence  and  forgot  ? 

3.  *Tis  he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  % 


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He  owns  the  raafom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 
$.  The  vices  of  the  mnd  he  heals, 
And  cu  es  che  pains  that  rature  feel*  % 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell  and  faves 
Our  wafting  life   from  threat'ning  graves, 
5.  Our  youth  decay'd,  his  pow'r   repairs  ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  ; 
He  fatisfies  cur  mouth  with  good, 
And  fills  our  hopes  with  heav'nly  food. 
5.  He  fees  th'  oppreflbr  and  th'  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  fufPrers  reft^ 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 
[n  the  iaft  great   rewarding  day. 

7.  [His  pow'r  hemew'dby  Mofes'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Ifr'el  his  commands  •, 

But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  dowa 
To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son, 

8.  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  con fefs  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  j 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  fnall  join 

[n  work  and  worm  p  iodivine.f 

PSALM     CUT.  &,— 18. 
Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
3odV  gentle    CbaH'zJsinmt ;    or,     His  tender 
Mercy  to  bis  People. 

THE  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  ! 
Howfirsn  his  truth  !'ho«v large  his  grace? 
3e  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
Vnd  thence  he  makes  his  glcrie3  known* 
t.  Not  half  fo  high  his  pow'r  hath  fpread 

rhe  ftarry  heav'as  above  our  head,  Aa 




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Ar>  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  hfghclt  hopes  we*  raife. 

3.  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  Fifing  morning  from  the  weft, 
As  his  torgiving   grace  removes 
The  daily  gailt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4.  How  (lowly  doth  his  wrath  arife  ! 
On  fwifter  wings  ialvation  flics  : 
And  if  he  le  s  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn ! 

5.  Amidft  his  wrath  companion  Alines  j 
His  ft= okes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  ♦, 
And  while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6.  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife, 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  ; 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  fmart* 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

Pause. 

7.  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  jufr, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft  1 
And  wtll  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  theftrength  that  hebeftows. 

8.  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  diet, 
lHafted  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flics  ; 

Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon, 
Or  morning  floors  that  fade  at  noon. 

9.  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,  and  fhali  endure  * 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  mall  reign^ 
Nor  children's  children  horje  in  vam. 


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PSALM     CIII.  7,  &<:. 

First  Part.     Short  Metre. 

Praife  for  fpiritual  and  temporal  Mercies. 

DBlefs  the  Lord,  my  foal ! 
Let  ail  within  me  join*, 
\nd  aid  my  tongue  to  Diefs  his  name, 

Whofe  favors  are  divine. 
t.  O  blcfs  the  Lord,  my  foul, 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
brgotten  in  unthankfulnefs, 

And  without  praifes  die. 
.  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
Tis  he  that  heals  thy  ficknefles. 

And  makes  thee  young  again. 
He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 
ie  that  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hel!, 

Hath  fov'reign  pow*r  to  fave. 

He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 

He  gives  the  fufPrers  reft  ; 
*he  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 

And  juftice  for  th*  oppreft. 
.  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 
ut  fent  the  world  his  troth  and  grace 

By  h:s  beloved  Son. 
SALM  CIII.  8,  18.  Second  Par:.  Short  Met. 

I 'bounding  Companion  of  GOD  *  or,  Mercy  in 
the  midfi  of  Judgement. 
y|Y  foul  repeat  his  praife 
Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great  ; 


224  PSALM      CI1L 

Whofe  anper  is  To  flow  to  rife, 
So   ready  to  abate. 

2.  God  ri!  not  always  chide; 
And  when  his;  firokes  arcfelr, 

His  flrckes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
A"d  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3.  High  as  the  heav'ns  arerais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4.  His  pow'r  fubdues  our  fins, 
And  his  forgiving  love, 

tar  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft* 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5.  The  pity   of  the  Lord, 

To  chofe  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parent*  feel; 
He  knows  our   feeble  frame., 

6.  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 
Scatter'd  with  ev'ry  breath ; 

His  anger,  likeanfing  wind, 
Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death, 

7.  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 
Or  like  the  morning  flow'r  y 

If  one  (harp  biaft  (weep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour, 

8.  But  thy  companions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs    years  endure  ; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promiie  fure. 


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PSALM     CHI.  '9,-22. 

Th  rd  Part.     Short  Metre. 

60D'$  univtrfal  d  minion  ;  or,  Angels  praif$ 

tbt  LORD 

1.  HTHE  Lord,  tKe  fuv'reign  king, 
Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high  5 

O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  fkv. 

2.  Ye  angels  great  in  might. 
And  (wilt  to  do  his  will, 

Blefs  ye  the  Lord  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 

Whofe  j-leafure  ye  fulfil. 

Let  the  bright  lu  fts  who  wait  [ 

The  orders  of  their  ki  g» 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray& 

J  in  in  the  praife  they  fing. 
4,  While  ail  his  wond'rous  works 

Thro'  his  vaft  kingdom  fhew 
Their  maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 

Shalt  fing  his  graces  too. 

PSALM      CIV. 
$be  Glory  of  GOD  in  Creation  and  Providence 

A/fY  foul   thy  great  creator  praife  ; 
When  cloath'd  in  his  celeftial  rays 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 
Note,  Ibis  ffalm  may  befung  to  the  tune  of  the 

old  with  pfalm,  by  adding  tbefe  two  lines  te 

every  ftanza,  viz, 
3reat  is  the  Lord  5  what  tongue  can  frame 
\n  equal  honor  to  his  name  ? 

S  Qtberwik 


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Otberwife  it  mull  le  fung  as  the  ioc/£. 
2.  The  heav'ns  art  for  his  curtains  fpread  \ 
Th*  unftthom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  *, 
Clouds  are  his  chariot  when  he  flies 
On  winged  ftorrr.s acrofs  the  fkes. 
3    Angels  whom  his  own  breach  infpires, 
His  minifters  are  fhrrrpg  fires  ; 
And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move, 
I     To  bear  his  verge-awe  or  his  love. 

4.  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  pois'cj,  and  fhall  torever  (land  ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 

Left  ic  mould  drown  the  earth  again, 

5.  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood. 
Which  higi  above  the  mountains  flood, 
He  thunder'd  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confi<;'d  to  it's  appointed  bed. 

6.  The  iwelling  billows  know  their  bcuad, 
And  in  their  channels,  walk  their  rou;  d  j 
Yet  thence  convey'd  by  fecret  veins, 
They  fpring  oa  hills  and  drench  the  plainsJ 

7.  He  bids  the  chryftal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  he  valies  as  rhey  go  •, 
Tame  heifers  there  their  third  allay, 
And  for  the  fueam  wild  affes  bray; 

8.  From  pleafant  trees  that  made  the  brink 
Tl  e  lark  and  linnet  light  and  drink ; 
Their  fcngs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 

And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praife. 
Pause     i. 

9.  God  from  his  cloudy  citterns  pours 
blithe  parch' J  earth  enriching  ibow'rs  j 


PSALM      CIV.  227 

The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  titld^ 
A  thoufand  joyful  bU (Tings  \ield. 

10.  He  makes  the  graffy  focd  arife. 
And  gives  the  catcie  large  (uppltes  ; 
With  herbs  for  man  of  various  powV, 
To  nourifh  nature,  or  to  cure. 

1 1.  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce.. 
The  olive  fields  a  mining  juice  •, 

Our  hearts  are  chear'd  with  gen*rcus  wine, 
With  inward  joy  cur  faces  (bine. 

12.  O  blefs  his  name,  ye  Britons,  fed 
With  nature's  chief  fupporter  bread  -9 
While  bread  your  vital  (trength  imparts^ 
Serve  him  with  vigor  in  your  hearts, 

Pause    II. 

13.  Behold  the  fta?ely  cedar  flanks 
Rais'd  in  the  fcreft  by  his  hands  \ 
Birds  to   the  boughs  for  (belter  flyA 
And  build  their  nefis  (ecu re  on  higbi1 

14.  To  craggy  hills  a'feendsthe  goat  5 
And  at  the  asry  mour  taints  foot 

The  feebler  creatures  make  their  eel!  s 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell, 

15.  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  ; 
And  when  thick  darkpefs  veils  the  day* 
Calls  out  wild  beads  co  huat  their  prey. 

16.  Fierce  lions  lead  their   younr  abroad^ 
Ana  roaring  zfk  their  meet  from  God  i 
But  when  the  morning  fcjgams  ap|e, 

The  favage  beai!  to  covert  flics. 


228  PSALM     CIV. 

17.  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  ; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gifr,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

18.  How  ftrange  thy  works,how  great  thy  (kill 
And  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  ; 

Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  wee  fee, 
.This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee.  * 

19.  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep 
With  wondfrous  motions,  fwift  or  (low, 
Still  wandering  in  the  paths  below. 

20.  There  mips  divide  their  watry  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monfters  play  ; 
There  dwells  the  huge  leviathan, 

And  foams  and  fports  in  fpite  of  man. 

Pause    III. 

21.  Vaft  are  thy  works  almighty  Lord  I 
All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftand, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

22.  While  each  receives  hisdifPrent  food, 
Their  chcarful  looks  pronounce  it  good  •, 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  different  forms. 

23.  But  when  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn, 
And  dying,  to  their  duft  return  ; 

Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  rellgn  -, 
Life,  breath  and  fpiric,  all  are  thine. 

24.  Yet  thou  can'lt  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  5 


PSALM      CV.  229 

H  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 
2  5.  His  works  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honor'd  with  his  own  delight  ; 
How   awful  are  his  glorious  ways ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife^ 

26.  The  earth  (lands  trembling  at  thy  ftrokei 
And  at  thy  "touch  the  mountains  frnoke  \ 
Yec  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 

And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

27.  In  the  my  hopes  and  wifties  meet, 
And  make  my   meditations  fweeC  ; 
Thy  praifes  fhail  my  breath  employ, 
•Pill  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

18.  While  haughty  finners  die  accurft, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  king, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 

PSALM  CV.   Abridged.  Com.  Metre; 

Gop's  ConduB  of  Ifrael,   and  Plagues  of  Egypt* 

GIVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 
Sound  thro*  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 

That  all  may  feek  his  face; 
2.  His  covenant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  paft, 
fTd  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 

In  equal  force  (hall  laft. 
5.  He  Iware  to  Abt'am  and  his  feed, 

And -made  the  bleflingfurej  Gentiles 


*3o         PSALM      CIIL 

Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 

And  find  his  truth  endure. 
4-  "  Thy  feed  (hall  make  all  nations  bleft, 

(Said  the  almighty  voice) 
"  And  Canaan's  land  (hail  be  their  reft, 

"  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

5.  [Bow  large  the  grant !  how  riclj  the^raee! 
To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 

When  they  were  Grangers  in  the  place,' 
A  little  feeble  band! 

6.  Like  pilgrims  thro*  the  countries  round 
Securely  they    remov'd  ; 

And  haughty  kings  that  On  them  frown'd, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7.  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  my  arm 
"  Shall  fcon  revenge  the  wrong  $ 

*l  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm, 
*•  Shall  know  their  God  is  lirong." 

8.  Then  let  the  world  forbear  ic's  rage. 
Nor  put  the  church  in  it&r  : 

Ifr^el  muftiive*  thro*  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  the  Almighryss  care. 

f       A'     U       S       E      I. 

9.  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 
And  rtora  provoked  their  God, 

Mofes  wa-s'lent'at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

10.  Hecali'd  for"  darnels,  darknefscamfi 
Like  an  overwhelming  flood  ; 

f-Ie  tum'd  each  lake  and  ev'ry  ftream 
To  lakes  and'ftreams  of  blood.         n    He 


PSALM      XCIX.  23  i 

11.  He  gave  the  (ign,  and  noifome  flies 
Thro*  the  whole  country  fpread  •, 

fcnd  frogs   in  croking  armies  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

12.  Thro'  fields  and  towns,  and  palaces, 
The  tenfold  vengeance   flew  ; 

Locufts  in  {warms  devoured  their  trees, 
And  bail  heir  cattle  (lew. 

1 3.  Then  by  an  an  ^tfi  midnight  ftroke, 
The  flow'r  ofE^ypt  dy'd  •, 

Tke  (trength  of  ev'ry  houfe  was  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14.  Now  let  the  world  forbear  it's  rag® 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  -, 

Ifr'el  mult  live  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

P       A       V       S       E.      II. 

15.  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  brought 
And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 

Each  fome  Egyptian  fpoils  had  got, 

And  no!  one  feeble  bopnd* 
\6.  The  Lord  bimfelf  ctiofe  out  their  way, 

And  mark'd  their  journies  right-, 
Gave  them  a  leafing  cloud  by  day, 

A  fiery  guide  by  night. 
17.  They  thurft  ;  and  waters  ffora  the  rock 

in  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  following  dill  the  courfe  ttey  took, 

Ran  all  thedeferc  through* 
i8.  O  wond'rous  ftream  TO  blcffcd  type 

Of  ever  flowing  grace !  £( 


2C.    « 
II 


n*        psalm    cvr. 

So  Chrifi:  our  rock  maintains  our  life 

Thro*  all  this  wildernefs. 
19.  Thus  guarded  by  tb*  almighty  hand, 

The  chofen  tribes  pofleft 
Canaan  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  their  enjoy'd  their  reft. 
>.  "  The  .  let  the  wt>rid  forbear  its  rage> 
V  The  church  renounce  her  fear  ; 
IfrVl  muft  live  thro'  evVy  age, 
"  And  be  th*  Almighty's  care/* 
PSALM    OVI.  i^-5i 
Long  Metre* 
Prat'fe  to  God  \  or,  Communion  with  Saints* 

TO  Gcd  the  great,  the  ever  bleft, 
Ln  foogs  of  honor  be  add  reft.; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  ftands  ; 
<^*ve  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2.  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  t.-y  ways  ? 
Who  fhall  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  prait'e  ? 
Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  fear  the  ftill, 

And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3.  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  leed  ; 
And  with  the  fame  lalvation  bleis 
The  meaneft  luppliant  of  thy  graces 

4.  O  may  1  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 
And  aid  their  triumphs  with  m>  voice  ! 
This  is  my  glory  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to.  thy,  faints,  and  near  r,o  thee; 

i>SAL 


PSALM    CVL  233 

PSALM  CVL    7,8,    12—14-  &*- 

Sh  rt  Metre. 

Jjrael  punifked  and  pardoned ;  or,  God'j  a»- 
cbangtablt  love. 

1.  (^OD  cf  eternal  love, 

VJ     How  fickle  are  our  ways ! 

And  yet  how  off  did  if  *el  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace  ! 

2.  They  (aw  thy   wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  prajfc  they  fung  ; 

But  {oon  thy  works  ot  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3.  Now  they  believe  his  word, 
Whi'e  rocks  with  rivers  flow ; 

Now  with  their  lufts  provoke  their  Lord, 
And  he  redue'd  them  low. 

4.  Yet  when  t  »ey  mourn'd  their  faults, 
He  harken'd  to  their  groans ; 

Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 
And  cali'd  them  fttil  his  fons. 

5.  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 
He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes  ; 

Oft  heciaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  that  he  chofe. 

6.  Let  Ifr'el  blefs  the  Lord  : 
Wao  lov'd  their  ancient  race  : 

A^d  chriftians  join  the  folemn  word 
Aaiia  to  all  t!ie  praife, 

PSALM 


*M  PSALM      CVIL 

PSALM  CVII.    First  Part.  Long  Metre? 
Jfraelkd  to  Canaan,    and  cbrifiians   to    heaven, 
(h  (JIVE  thanks  to  God ;  he  reigns  above: 
Knd  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love, 
His  mere?  a>es  paft  have  known, 
And  ages  loBgco  cone  fhakl  own. 
2.  Lee  the  redeemed  of  the  Lor.& 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Ifr'el,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  re^cu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 
g    [When  God's  alnvghcy  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters  and  th'  Egyptian  Yoke, 
They  trae'd  the  defer,  wand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  folitary  ground  ! 

4.  There  they  could  find  no  leading  round 
Nor  City  for  a  fix'd  abode; 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  afluage 
Their  burning  third,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5.  In  their  diftrefs  to  Goo  they  cry'd  -y 
Goo  was  their  faviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  march  tar  wand'ring  round  ; 
Tw»w  the  right  path  to  Canaan'*  ground. 

6.  Thus  when  our  firfl  relief  we  gain 
From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  fatan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 
And  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7.  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footfteps  leit  we  ftray. 
He  guards  us  with  a  powYful  ha<>d, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavVJv  land. 

z.  0 


PSALM     CVIL  lis 

O  let  the  faints  with  jdy  record 
jrhe  triuh  and  good  efs  of  the  Lord  ! 
^}w  g^eat  his  works  !  how  kmd  his  way9l 
st  ev'r?  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

t>SALM    CVIL  Second  Part.   Long  Met. 

Cimolion  for  fin^  and  rekaje  by  prayer. 

TJ^ROM  age  to  age  exak  his  name, 
][}    God  and  h.s  grsce  are  ft  11  the  fame  5 
He  nils  the  huagry  foal  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 
2.  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  nie 
Againft  the  God  that  rules  the  fkies  ; 
If  thev  rejedt  his  heav'rdy  word, 
And  ft  gat  the  counfe's  of  the  Lord, 

He'il  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground,. 
Av^d  no  dehVfer -Unit  be  found  -9 
Laden  wich  gr  ef  thev  wafte  their  breath, 
In  darknefs,  and  the  fh  ides  of  death. 

4.  Then  to  the. Lord  r_bey  rai.fe  the  r  cries  ; 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 

And  fcacters  all  that  difmal  (hade 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5.  He  cuts  the  bars  cf  brafs  in  two, 
And  lees  the  fmiling  pris'ners  thro'  ; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  labVing  foul  relief. 

6.  O  rmy  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways  ? 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM 


?SS  PSALM     CVH. 

PSALM  CVH.  Third  Part.  Long  Metr* 
Intemperance  punfoed  and  pardoned  ;  or  a  pfafa 

for  the  Glut  ion  and  tbe  Drunkard, 
1  \7rAIN>  man>  on  'oolifh  pleafures  bent, 

V    Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment; 
What  pains,  what  lothefome  maladies 
From  luxury  and  luft  afife  ! 

2.  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte, 
Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte, 
Till  all  his  a&ive  pow'rs  are  loft, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 

3.  The  glutton  groans,  and  lothes  to  eat ; 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature  with  heavy  loads  oppreft, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 

4.  Then  how  the  frighted  finners  fly 
To  God  for  help  with  carnefl:  cry  / 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5.  No  msd'cine  could  effecl:  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy  orfofure  : 

The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 

He  fends  his  iov'reign  word,  and  heals. 

6.  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  off'rings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  maker's  love. 

PSALM  CVII.  Fourth  Part.  Long  Met 

Deliverance  from   S forms  and  Shipwreck  j  of 
Tbe  Seaman's  Song. 

Would 


PSALM      CVII.  %n 

ryOULD  you.behold  the  works  of  God, 

His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
jo  with  the  mariners,  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  Teas. 

They  leave  their  native  (hores  behind, 
&nd  feize  the  favour  of  the  w»nd  ; 
Till  God  command,  and  tempefts  rife, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  flees. 
5.  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again; 
What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  feel, 
And  like  a  (iagg'ring  drunkard  reel  ! 
4..   When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  ; 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5.  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  alfuage  j 
The  furicus  waves  forget  their  rage  ; 
'Tis  calm  :  and  failors  fmile  to  fee 

The  heaven  where  they  wifh'dto  be. 

6.  O  may  the  fans  of  men  record 
The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lcbd  / 
Let  them  their  private  ofFriags  bring. 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  ling. 

PSALM    CViL  Common  Metre, 
Ihe  Mariners  Pfalm 
1.  HPHY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 

■&    Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  fans  of  courage  mill  record, 

Woo 


*3&  PSALM     CVIL 

Who  trade  in  floating  fhips. 

4.  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 
And  fwcll  i he  tow'ring  waves  ; 

The  men  aftoniuYd)  mount  the  fkies, 

And  fi-kin  gap/ng  graves. 
S-  [Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 

Andplunge  in  deeps  again  •, 
Each  like  a  tctt'ring  drurkard  reels, 

Aqd  rinds  his  courace  vain. 
4-   frighted  to  hear  the  tempefts  roar, 

They  pant  with  flutt'ring   breath  5 
And  hopelefc  of  thediftant  fhore, 

Expect  immediate  death.] 

5.  Then  co  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  hears  their  loud  requeil, 

And  orders  filence  thro*  the  fkies, 

And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 
6    Siilors  rej  ice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

A:\d  ice  the  ftoim  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  : 

There  let  there  vows  be  paid. 
7*  Til  God  that  brings  them  fafeto  land  2 

Letftupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 

And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 
8.  O  that  the  Tons  of  man  would   praife 

The  roodnefs  cf  the  Lord  ! 
And  thole  who  fee  thy  wondrous  ways, 

Thy  woniiov.s  love  record, 

PSALM 


PSALM     CVKj  2  39 

PSALM     CVII.  Last  Part. 

xolinies  planted  %  or  Nations  bkft  and  funi/hid. 

A  Psalm  for  New- England. 
\X7 Hm  God,  provoked  *ith  daring  crimes 

»       Scourages  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
■le  turns  their  Seids  to  barren  fahd,. 
\t)d  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 
1  His  wO;d  can  raifethe  fprlngs  again, 
Vnd  make  the  wkher'd  mountains  green, 
>end  ftiow'.-y  bleftogs  trom  the  Ikies, 
\nd  hai  veils  in  the  defert  rife. 
|.   [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beafts  of  prey, 
3r  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they  *, 
rle  bids  th'  opprell  and  poor  repair, 
\nd  build  them  towns  and  cities  there. 
L  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they    flmt, 
Nhofc  yearly  fruks  fupply  their  want : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  docks* 
Their  wealth  increafcs  with  their  flocks. 
,  Thus  they  are  btcft  ;  but  if  they  fin, 
-le Jets  the  heathen  nations  in, 
I  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 

heir  princes  die  by  baro'rous  ba©d<?, 

Their  captive  foas,  exposM  to  fcorn, 
Vander  unpity'd  and  fiprlorn  •, 
[he  country  lies  unfene'd,  qnciU'd, 
nd  deflation  fpreads  the  &e!d. 

Yet  if  die  humble  nation  mourns, 

fca:ahis  drtadfui  haadhe  wm  > 

A  sain 


24o  PSALM      CVflk 

Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive. 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live  ] 

8.  Tne  righteous,  with  a  joyful  fcnfe, 
Admire  the  works  of  providence; 
And  tongues  of  atheifts  (hall  no  more 
Blafpheme  the  G"D  that  faints  adore. 

9.  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord  f 
But  wife  obfervers  (till  fhall  fnd 

The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  kind. 

PSALM  CIX.  Ver.  1—5.  31.  Com.  Metre* 

Lw2  toEnemits  from  the  Example  of  Christ. 

i.£;OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 

Thy  glory  is  my  f  )ng  •, 
Tho'  tinners  fpeakagamft  thy  grace 

With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 
2.  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  fon  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  (landers,  falfeand  vain, 

They  compafc'd  him  around. 
9.  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move, 

Their  peace  heftill  purfu'd  •, 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 

And  evil  for  his  good. 
4.  Their  malice  ra^'d  without  a  caufe, 

Ye:  anth  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  tor  mura'ters  on  his  crofs, 

And  bieft  his  foes  in  death, 
c.  Lord,  fhall  thy  bright  example  (bine 

In  vain  befcre  my  eyes  ? 

Give 


PSALM      CX.  241 

Vve  me  a  foul  akin  to  thine, 

Tn  love  mine  enemies. 

The  Lord  (Hail  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  my  fcvicur's  name 
fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
^Tho  flinder  and  condemn, 
>SALM  CX.  Firs*   Part.    Long  Metre, 

"hrist  exalted,  and  Multitudes  converted  ;  or 
Ibejuccejs  of  the  Gojpl 

oHT^HUS  the  eternal  Father  fpake 

JL    To  Christ  the  fon,  "  afcend  &nd  fit 
s  Ac  my  right  hand,  till  I  (hall  make 
j  Thv  foes  fubm  Hive  at  thy  t'teu 
.  "  From  Zion  fhall  th$  word  proceed; 
1  Thy  word,  the  keptre  in  thy  hand, 
'  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
;  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 
.  "  That  day  fhall  mew  thy  pow*r  is  great, 
When  faints  fhall  flock  with  willing mind£& 
And  fmners  croud  thy  temple-gate. 
Where  holinels  in  beauty  fhines." 
O  bieffed  pow'r  l^O  glorious  day  ! 
Vhat  a  large  vicVry  mail  enfue  ! 
.nd  converts  who  thv  grace  obev, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

SALM  CX.  Second   Part    Long  Metre/ 
Ihe  Kingdom  and  Prieftbcodof  Christ. 

HPHUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  tea, 

**■     Spake  lq  his  ion,  aad  thus  he  iwore  5 

T  "  Eternal 


242  PSALM      CX. 

"  Eternal  (hall  thy  prieflhood  be, 

«4  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  mere. 

2.  u  Aaron,  and  all  his  ions  muft  die  \ 
4*  Bat  everlafting  life  is  thine, 
*«  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  that  fly 
**  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3.  "  By  me  Melcbizedek  was  m?de 

<*  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  orce  ; 

•*  And,  thou,  my  heav'nly  pried,  (halt  plead, 

<c  And  thcu,  my  king,  (halt  ru'e  my  fens." 

4.  Jesus  the  prieft  alcends  his  throne, 
While  counfele  of  eternal  peace 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5.  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  (hail  fpread, 
And  crufh  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel  -, 
Then  (lull  he  judge  the  rifing  dead, 

And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

6.  Tho*  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  tears  and  blood, 
The  fufPrings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  butadvancehim  near  to  God* 

PSALM  CX.  Common  Metre. 

Christ';  Kirgdom  and  Priejlbood. 

JESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
And  near  the  Father  fit  : 
In  Z:on  (hall  thy  pow'er  be  known, 

And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 
2;  What  wonders  (hall  thy  gofpel  do  ! 

Th 


PSALM      CXI. 


243 


The  converts  (hall  furpafs 
The  nurri'rom  drops  of  morning-dew, 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

3.  God  hath  pronour.c'd  a  firm  decree, 
Nor  changes  what  he  furore  ; 

"  Eternal  (hall  thy  prefthood  be, 
"  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4.  "  Melch-zedek,  that  wondrous  pried, 
"  That  king  of  high  degree, 

r  That  holy  man  who  Abra'm  bleft, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee/' 

5.  Jesus  our  pried  for  ever  lives 
To  plead  for  us  above  ; 

Jesus  our  king  for  ever  gives 
The  bkfiings  of  his  love. 

6.  God  (hall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 
And  his  high  throne  maintain, 

Shall  llrike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 

PSALM  CXI.    First  Part.   Com.  Metre; 

The  wtfdm  of  God  in  bis  works. 

1.  OONGS  of  immorral  praife  belong 

l^J  To  my  aimiahty  Goo  5 
He  nasmy  heart  and  he  my  tongue, 

Tofpiead  his  name  ab/oad. 
j.   How  great  t he  work  his  hand  has  wrought! 

How  glorious  in  our  fight  1 
Knd  me«  m  ev'ry  age  have  fought 

His  wonders  with  delight. 

T  a  3.  Ho«* 


244  PSALM       CXI. 

3.  How  mod  exaft  is  nature's  frame  ! 
Ho<v  wife  th'  eternal  mind  ! 

His  couRfels  never  change  the  Ichcme 
That  his  firft  thoughts  defign'd. 

4.  When  he  redeem'd  his  choien  fons,  • 
He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  fure  : 

The  orders  that  h«s  1  ps  pronounce, 
To  endlefs  years  endure* 

5.  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkies, 
Thy  heav'nly  fktil  proclaim  •, 

J/Vhat  (hall  we  da  to  make  us  wife, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6.  To  fear  thy  p jw'er  10  truft  thy  grace, 
Is  our  divinelt  (kill  ; 

And  he's  the  wiieft  of  our  race 

That  bed  obeys  thy  will: 
PSALM  CXI.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
7  be  Perfections  of  God. 

/^Reat  is  the  Lord  •,  his  works  of  might    . 

Demand  our  Mob^eft  fongs: 
Let  his  affembied  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues, 

2.  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
He  gives  his  children  food  ; 

And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  prerrrfe  good. 

3.  His  (on,  the  great  redeemer  came, 
To  feal  his  cov'nant  lure  ; 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  aame, 


PSALM     CXH*  245 

His  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 
4..  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Muft  with  his  fear  begin  5 
Our  taireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 

In  hating  ev'ry  fin^ 
PSALM   CX1L  As  the  113th  Pfalm; 

The  Bleffmgs  of  the  liberal  man. 
i.TTHAT  maais  bieft  who  (lands  in  awe 

1    Of  Goo,  and  loves  his  facred  law : 

H;s  feed  on  earth  fhall  be  renown'd  ; 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  fhali  be, 
An  inexhaufted  treafury, 

And  wirh  fuccc&ve  honours  crowa'd. 

2.  His  lib'ral  favours  he  extends, 
To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends  ; 

A  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind  ; 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  f&ves  by  prudence  ja  affairs,  ^ 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind. 

3.  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow  d, 
His  glory's  future  harveft  fow'd  : 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft. 
Like  a  greea  root,  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bkfiings  for  his  heirs, 

Wnen  dying  nature  deeps  in  dull. 

4.  Befet  wirh  threading  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  (hall  he  maintain  his  ground  ; 

His  confeience  holds  his  courage  up: 
The  foul  that's  fili'd  with  virtue's  light, 


Shines 


246  PSALM      CXIL 

Shines  brighte.ft  in  jfHcTtion's  nighr, 
And  fees  in  da»knefs  beams  ot  hope, 

P     a     u     s     e. 

5.  [Ill  tidings  never  can  furprf- 
His  hearr,  ihat  6xfd  on  God  rel  es, 

Tho'  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around  : 
S?fe  on  the  rock  he  (its  and  fees 
The  faipwrec.k  of  his  enemies, 

And  ail  t«he;r  hope  and  glory  drpwn'd, 

6.  Toe  wicked. (hall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafli  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  End  their  expectations  croft  : 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  toeyerlafting  nghr, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft] 

PSALM     CXII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Blejfings  of  the  Picus  and  Charitable. 
'"THRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 
Loves  his  commands  and  trufls  his  woid> 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  bf&Snga  to  his  feed  defcend. 

2.  Compaifion  dwells  upon  his  mind  -, 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  incltifd  : 
He  lends  the  poor  fame  prefent  aid. 
Or  pfarea  -them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3.  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fprcxd 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
H  s  heart  is  a'm'd  again  ft  the  fear, 

For -God  with  ail  his  pow'ris  there. 

4,  His 


PSALM     CXIL  *47 

j    His  foul  well  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draw*  heav'niy  courage  from  his  word  j    • 
Anrdft  the  darkncfs  light  (hall  rife, 
To  chear  his  heart  and  blefs  his  eyes. 
<•    He  hatb  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  ttill  before  his  God  ; 
His  name  on  earth  (hall  long  remain, 
While  envious  finners  fret  in  vain. 

PSALM    CXIL   Common  Metre; 
Libtrality  rewarded. 
i.TJTAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 

And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 

Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 
a.  As  pity  dwells  within  hUbreaft 
'  To  all  the  fons  of  need  -, 
So  God  (hall  anfwer  his  requefl: 

With  bleffings  on  his  feed. 
*.  No  evil  tidings  (halifurprife 

His  well-aftabhfh'd  mind  ; 
His  foul  to  God  his  refuge  flies, 

And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 
a.  In  times  of  general  diftreh 
'  S?me  beams  of  light  (hall  thine, 
To  (hew  the  world  his  righteoufnels, 

And  give  him  peace  divine, 
5  .  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord; 
Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  lure  reward. 


*4«      psalm    cxrn. 

PSALM    CXIir.   Proper  Tune. 
The  Majefty  and  Coudefctzf: &  cf  God. 

U  \^E  tnat  delight  to  fcve  the  L:r  d, 
A     The  honours  of  his  name  lecoid, 
Hi  haed  name  for  ever  ble&  : 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  rifjng  beams  or  letting  ray?, 

Let  lands  and  teas  tm  po  a' r  confer?. 
S.  Nor  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  hounds ; 

The  heav'ns  are  for  bejow  his  height  : 
Le>.  no  created  gfeatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  Gor>  compare, 

Anrrd  with  his  uncreated  might. 
3.  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angers  do, 

And  bends  his  care  ro  mortal  things  1 
His  fov'reiga  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He/akes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  makes  them  company  for  kinc^ 
4.   When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  b'eiTng  of  an  heir, 

Torefcue  their  expiring  name  : 
The  mother  with  atiankful  v0'ce, 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  : 
Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  fame. 

PSALM    CXIII.    Long    Mstre. 
God  Scvjrtign  and  Gracicuh 

I.  Ye 


PSALM     CXIH.  249 

,  \7"E  Servant?  of  th'  almifth'y  king, 

j[     In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fing  5 
Vhcre'cr  the  fun  frail  rife  or  fet, 
'he  nations  (hall  his  praife  repeat. 
.  Aodvc  the  earth,  beyond  the  fky, 
tands  his  high  throne  of  Majefty  *, 
Jor  time  nor  place  his  pow'r  retrain, 
Jor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 
;.   Which  of  the  fens  of  Adam  dare, 
)r  fcngels,  with  their  Goo  compare  ? 
-Ls  glories  how  divinely  bright, 
^ho  dwells  in  uncreated  light/ 
l.  Behold  his  love,  he  ftoops  to  view 
k/Vbat  fa;nts  above  and  angels  do  ; 
\.nd  condefcends  yet  more  to  know 
Hie  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

From  dull  and  cottages  obfeure 
-Ls  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ; 
jives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
\nd  fits  them  for  their  heav'r.ly  thrones^ 
>.  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
3an  make  the  barren  houie  rejoice  : 
Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pail, 
Tne  promis'd  ktd  is  burn  at  iaft. 
.  With  joy  the  mother  vh'*s  her  font 
ir\d  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  : 
aith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairsj 
f  nature  fads,  the  promife  bea,rs,]    ^J 

PSALM 


a  5o  PSALM      CXV. 

PSALM    CXIV.  Long  Metre. 

Mirades  att;ndin*  Ifraefs  Journey, 

\y  HENT  Ifr'el,  freed  from  Pnaroh's  hand, 

Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  trbes  with  chea.fui  homage  own 
Their  king,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 
2.  Acrois  the  (\tep  their  journey  lay  : 
The  deep  divides  to  mike  them  way, 
Jordan  beheld  their  march  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  Hi  >ok  like  frighted  fheep 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ; 
Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  (land, 
Confcious  of  fov're;gn  pow'rat  hand. 

4  What  p  >w'r  cjuki  make  the  deep  d.Vide  i 
Make  Jordan  backward  roil  bis  tide  ? 
Wny  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hilta  ? 
And  whence  tfee  fright  that  Sinai  feels  ? 
5.  Let  ev'ry  mounram,  ev'ry  fl/od, 
Recti e  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  king  of  Ifr'el  ;  fee  him  hete  I 
Tremble,  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 
6    He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns  : 
The  rock  to  Handing  pools  he  turns  •, 
Elintsfpring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Loh  d. 

PSALM    CXV.     Long  Metre. 
The  true  God  our  Refuge  •,  or  Idtl&trf  reprovi\ 
i.  "j^kJOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  butduft,1 
X^t    Not  to  curfelvcs  is  glory  due, 


p    S     A     L     M     CXV.  25 * 

'ernal  God,  thou'rt  only  juft, 

nou  only  gracbus,  w.fe  and  true. 
Stiiatr  forth  in  ali  thy  dreadful  name  ; 

/hy  (hould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 

ifuk  us,  aid  to  raile  our  mame,  > 

ay,  "Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'dfo  long  t 
The  God  we  ferve  maintains  his  throne 

^b:  ve  the  clouds,  beyond  the  fkies  *, 
hro'  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
le  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  crie&„ 

J  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 

Vre  fenfelefs  (liapes  of  done  and  wood  ; 

L  beft  a  mafs  of  gittc'ring  ore, 

i  fiiver  faint,  or  golden  God. 

5.  [With  eyes  and  ea  s,  they  carve  their  head  5 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  » 

;ri  vain  are  coftly  ofTYings  made, 
And  vojvs  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6.  Their  feet  were  neve?  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray  •, 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
S;em  co  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7.  Olfr'cl  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft  *, 
The  Lord  mail  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  prieft. 

8.  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife, 
The;  dwell  in  filence  and  the  grave  •, 

But  we  matt  livet)  ling  thy  grace, 
|:id  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  ^ve. 

PSALM. 


252  PSALM      CXV. 

PSALM  CXV.  As  the  New  50th  Piajji^ 

Pvpijh  Idclatrj  reprcvcd. 

A  Pfalm  for  the  a th  of  November. 

l.  *NJ°T  *o  ear  namci  thoo  only  jaft  and  true, 
-    **^    Mjt  to  cur  woahlef*  name  is  glory  due  : 
Thy  pow'rand  grace,  iby  truth  and  juttice  claim 
J-n™<K»ai  honors  to  thy  fov'reigo  »a*c 
Shiee  thro' the  eanh  from  hear'nthy  b*efl  abode, 
ttor  let  the  he  <I:eni  fiy  ;  ••  a&d  there's  your  God  ?" 

«.  He*Vo  is  thy  higher  court,  there  Hands  thy  throne, 
Hnd  thro'  ihs  hwer  worlds  thy  wH  is  sjoxc: 
Oar  God  ff*«»'H  a!l  thiseirth*  tbefe  hear'ns  he  fprcad, 
But  fo  -It  adore  the  Gods  their  haad:  bare  raidc. 
The  kceclin*  crcud,  with  locks  devout,  behold 
Th«irfii»er  Wriours,  sod  their  faint*  of  gold. 

5,  [Vain  »r?thofe  artfu!  ftnpes  of  eyes  and  ears  ; 
The  rosUrn  irnas»e  f  either  feet  nor  heiri  ; 
Their  han-ii  sre  helpiefs  nor  their  feet  can  more ; 
They  Nate  no  Iperch,  cor  tho't,  nor  pow'r,  nor  lore, 
Vet  fottim  momls  asp.ke  their  long  complaints 
To  their  de*f  idols,  and  their  wovelef:  faiotf. 
4.  The  rich  have  Gatuex  we'!  tdorn'J  with  gofd  ; 
The  poor  content  with  Godl  of  coarfer  mould  ; 
With  tool*  of  iroo  carve  the  ftofelefs  dock, 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  brukeo  from  a  rock  : 
People  and  Jfktt  dri*e  on  the  fobmn  trade, 
And  trod  the  Gods  that  faws  and  hammers  m*de.] 

5  Re  hcar'n  and  earth  aroiz'd  !  'tis  hard  to  fay 
Vfbieh  is  more  ft.  p;d,  or  their  Coda  or  they. 

O  Ur'el.trua  the  Lord  :  he  hears  and  fee*, 
He  kcovs  thy  fjrrows,  and  rcftores  thy  peace  : 
His  worfhip  docs  a  thoufan^  comforts  yield, 
He  is  thy  he'p,  and  he  thiie  keav'cly  lhu?d . 

6  0  Britain,  truft  the  Lord :  thy  foes  in  raio 

Attcmp 


PSALM'    CXVI.  253 

ticwpt  tby  ruio,  end  oppofc  hii  r©<rgo  / 

JaJ  they  prcT-.il'd  darkoefs  had  dol'd  cur  d*yj#      . 

l0d  deaih  and  fikccc  had  fo  kid  his  p-*:!c  / 

lot  we  ate  fat'd.  anH  Yuc  ;  Set  fongs  anie, 

ind  Britons  feleft  tr*  God  that  milt  ihc  fintt. 

3SALM  CXVI.  First  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
Recovery  from  Sicknejs. 

I  Love  the  Loed  ;  he  heard  my  cries, 
And  pity'd  ev'ry  groan  5 
Long  as  1  live  when  troubles  rife 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 
.  I  bve  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  ehasM  my  griefs  sway  ; 
0  let  my  heart  no  mare  defpair, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  f 
3.  My  flefla  declin'd,  my  ipirits  fell. 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead  ^ 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 

Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head. 
4..  "  My  God,  IcryUthy  fervant  Uve5 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  jufl ; 
65  Thv  pow'r  can  refcue  from  the  grave  * 
"  Thy  pow'r  is  ail  my  truft/' 

5.  The  Lord  beheld  me  forediilrefl  •, 
He  bids  my  pains  remove  : 

Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  "reft, 
For  thou  hall  kno*n  his  love. 

6.  My  God  hath  favfd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  dry'd  my  failing  tears  : 

Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  fereau .,  ^ 
And  my  remaining  yeai  PSALM 


25<-  PSALM      CXVI, 

PSALM     CXVI.   Vc.  i2,  &c. 

Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Vewsmadi inTrcuhh  }a<d  in   tie  Church \* 

Public  Ibanksfcr  private  Deliverances! 
i.  ^yy  HAT  fhall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  kindnefs  fhown  ? 
Mv  feet  fhall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

2.  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe 
My  offVings  mall  be  paid  ; 

There  (hall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foul  in  anguifli  made. 

3.  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delightf 
Thou  ever  bleffed  God  / 

How  dear  thy  fervanrs  in  thy  fight  f 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4.  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 
How  great  thy  grace  to  me  f 

My  life,  which  thou  halt  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5.  No*  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 
Nor  fhall  my  purpofe  move; 

Thy  hand  has  loo&'d  my.  bards  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6.  Here  in  thv  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  rich  gtace  record  •, 

Wrnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  f Of  fake  the  Lcrd. 

PSALM 


pSALM      CXVII,        7: 

PSALM  CaVII.  Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  front  all  Nations* 

/~\  All  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lor©, 
'  vJ  Each  with  a  different  tongue  » 
nev'iy  language  ieai-n  his  word, 

And  let  his  name  be  fung. 
►.  His  mercy  reigns  thro'  evr'ry  land  i 

Proclaim  his  Grace  abroad  ; 
?or  ever  6rm  his  truth  (hall  (land  : 

Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 
PSALM    CXVII.   Long  Metre.  ^ 

1.  TT^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  thefkiee 
JL*    Let  the  creators  praife  ariie; 

Let  the  redeemer's  name  be  fung 
Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

2.  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  * 
Thy  praife  mall  found  from  fhore  to  fhore, 
till  fun  (hall  rife  and  fet  no  more, 

PSALM    CXVII.  Short  Metre. 

1.  rT>HY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

i-     Shall  ft  und  thro'tfftant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  furs  thy  wcrd  •, 
Thy  truth  for  ever  Rands, 

2.  Far  be  thine  honor  fps-esd, 
And  long  thy  praife  f  rK*u*  e, 

Till  morning  light  and  ev*oing  fcae'e 
Shall  be  exchan^d  no  more, 
I  PSALM 


*#        PSALM     CXVIIL 

PSALM    CXVIII.  Ver.  6—15 

First  Part.     Cemmon  Mc:re. 

DelivsranctjretHa  Tumult. 

1.  '"pHE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
Of  what  the  Tons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 

2.  'Tis  fafer,  Lor  a,  to  hope  in  thee, 
And  have  my  Gcd  my  friend, 

Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3.  Like  bees  my  foes  befet  me  round 
A  large  and  angry  fwarm  ; 

But  I  (hall  all  their  rage  confound 
B/  thine  almighty  arm. 

4.  Tfc  thro'  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrongJ 
in  nim  my  lips  rejoice  ; 

While  his  falvation  is  my  fonp, 
How  chearful  is  my  voice  f 

5.  Like  angry  bees  they  girr  me  round  5 
When  God  appears  they  fly  ; 

$3  burning  thorns  with  crackling  found 
Make  a  fierce  biaze  and  die. 

6.  Joy  to  the  faints  and  pesce  belongs ; 

^i?  Lord  prottds  their  days  : 

«     '?'  tune  immortal  fongs 
3  o  hi 3  almighty  grace. 


PSALM 


PSALM      CXVHI.         257 

PSALM    CXVill.  Ver,  17—21. 

Second  Part.  Common  Metre, 
Ptdlk  praife  for  Ddlverance  from  Death. 

1.  T     ORD-.  thou  haft  heard  thy  fcrvant  cry, 
JL/  And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  j 

Now  mall  he  live  :  fond  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolvc  t    fave.) 

2.  Thy  praife  more  conftant  than  before 
Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 

Thv  hand  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore, 
Defends  him  ft  ill  from  death. 

3.  Op«a  the  ga$e$  of  Zion  now. 
For  we  fnali  worftup  there, 

The  houle  where  all  the  righteous  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4.  Amongft  th'  affemblies  of  thy  faints 
Our  thankful  voice  we  raite  % 

There  we  have  .old  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  (peak  thy  praife. 
PSALM   CXVIII.   Ver.  22,  23; 

Third  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Christ  the  Foundation  of  his  Church. 
1;  TJEhold  the  fure  foundation- ftons 

JL>  Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upjn, 

And  his  eternal  praife, 
2.  Chofen  of  God,  to  finners  dear, 
And  faicts  adore  the  name  > 

U  Thl 


a'58  PSALM      CXVIIK 

They  truft  their  whole  falvat-ion  here ; 
Nor  (hall  they  fuffer  mamc. 

3,  The  foojifh  builders,  fcribe  and  prieft, 
Reject  it  withdifdain  ; 

Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  fhall  reft, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4.  What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withftcod, 
Yet  muft  this  building  rife  : 

'Tis  thv  own  work,  almighty  God, 
Arid  wondrr us  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM    CXV1II.  Ver.  24,  25,  i6i  ' 

Fourth  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Ho  [anna  ;  the  Lord's  Bay  •,  or  Christ**  Re* 

furrtftun  and  cur  Sahatttn. 
j.  r|^HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

1      He  calls  the  hours  his  own  -9 
Let  heav'n  rejoue,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  paife  furround  the  throne. 

2.  To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead, 
And  fatsn's  empire  fell ; 

To  day  the  faints  his  triumphs  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  teil. 

3.  H»fanna  to  th*  anointed  king, 
To  David's  holy  fan  ! 

Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4.  Bled  be  the  Lord  who  comes  to  men 
With  mt(Tages  of  grace  ; 

Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  favc  our  finful  race. 

/r.  Hofann'a 


p     5    A     L     M      CXtllL         259 

Hofannain  the  higbeft  drains 
The  church  on  earCh  can  raife : 
he  higheft  heav'ns  in  which  he  reign?, 
Shall  give  hitrf  nobler  praife, 
PSALM    CXVUI.  Ver;  22—27: 
Short  Metre. 

4n  Hojannafor  the  Lord's  day ;  or  a  new  Jong 
cf  Salvation  by  Christ. 

SEE  what  a  livirg  fto  e 
The  builders  did  refute; 
5fct  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 

In  fpite  of  ewVious  Jews. 
1.  The  fcribe  and  an  ?ry  pried 

Reject  thine  only  fon  ; 
Yet  on  this  reck  fnall  Zioa  reft, 
As  che  chief  corner- ftone. 

3.  The  work.  O  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eves  5 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jesus  rife. 

4.  This  is  the  glorious  daw 
That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  fing,  and  pray  ; 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5.  Hoianna  to  the  king 
Of  David's  royal  blood  •, 

Blefs  hirn,  ye  faints  :  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  frojn  your  G  d. 

6.  We  blefs  thine  holy  word 

Which  all  this  grace  difplays ;  ^nc» 

U  2 


s6o  PSALM       CXJX. 

And  offer  on  thine  altar.  Lord, 

Our  facrifkc  of  p-raiie. 
PSALM    CXVIIl.    22—27.    Long   Met* 

An  Ho) anna  for  the  'L.onvS'day  \   or  A  net 
Song  of  Salvation  by  Christ. 

i.l      O  !  what  a  glorious  corner  (tone 
JLy  The  Jewifh  builders  did  refufe  $ 
Bat  God,  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  of  envy  and  the  Jews. 

2.  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  diving, 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  law  eur  faviour  rife. 

3.  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  : 
Hofanna,  let  his  name  be  bleft  ; 
A  thoufand  honors  on  his  hea/?, 
With  peace  and  fight  and  glory  reft ! 

4.  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race; 
Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  king 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM     CX1X. 

/  have  colleBed  and  difpofed  the   moft   ufeful 

Verfes  of  this   Pfalm  under    eighteen    differ  em 

N  heads,  and  formed  a  Divine  Song  upon  each   oj 

them.     But  the  Verfes  are  much    tranfpofed   U 

attain  Jome'  Degree  cf  Connexion. 

In  jeme  places,  amov%  the  words  Law,  Com- 

mands, 


F*   S    A    L    M      CXIX.  2  5  i 

roands,  Judgments,  Teftimonies,  I  have  ufed 
G'ofpel,  Word,  Grace,  T  uch,  Promiies,  &c* 
is  more  agreeable  to  the  New  TeHament,  and 
the  common  Language  ofCbri/Hans,  and  it  equal 
|  anfwers  the  deRgn  of  the  Pjalmifi,  which  was 
la  recommend  the  Hsly  Scriptures. 

PSALM    CXIX. 

First  Part.     Common  Metre. 

The  Blejfcdnefs  of  Saints,  and  Mi/cry  oj^Simen* 

Ver.  i,  2,  3. 

1.  ]Q  LEST  are  the  undetil'd  in  heart, 
j3  VVhofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  -9 

Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 

2.  Bleft  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word 
And  pra&ife  thy  commands  : 

With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord; 
And  ierve  thee  with  their  hands* 
Ver.    16,    56. 

3.  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  ; 
How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 

Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  (ready  feet  afi  ie. 

4.  Then  (hall  my  heart  have  inward  joy9 
And  keep  my  face  from  Ihame, 

When  ail  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 
And  honor  all  thy  name. 

Ver.  21,  118,  119,  155* 

5.  But  haughty  tinners  God  will  hate  5 
The  proud  mall  die  accurft  > 


The 


ft*  2  PSALM     CXIX. 

The  Tons  of  falfliocdand  deceit 

Arc  trodden  to  the  duft. 
6.  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  : 

And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 

But  never  t;*te  thy  grace 

PSALM     CXIX. 
Second  PArT.     Common  Metre. 
Secret  Devotion  and  Spiritual  mindednefs  ;  qi 
Con  ft  ant  Converfe  with  God. 

Tycr.   H7,  55>  Si. 
O  Thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 
My  gracious  God,  I  prav  . 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep,  chy  Jaw  by  day.' 
2.  My  fpiric  faims  to  fee  thy  grace  s 

Thy  promife  bears  me  up  ;  C 
And  while  ialvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 
'  Ver.    164,   62. 

3.  beven  times  a  day  I  life  my  hands, 
And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  ; 

Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  irom  me. 

4.  When  midnight-darknefs  v^ils  the  fkles, 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 

My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife. 
And  (weer.  acceptance  find. 

..PSALM 


PSALM      CXIX;  263 

PSALM  CXIX.  Third  Pa*t.  Com,   Mer. 

Pnfeffions  of  fincerity,  repentance  dni  obedience- 

Vcr.  57,  60.  30,   14. 

1.  npHOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 

A     Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heat  makes  hade  t*  obey  thy  word. 
And  fuffers  no  deity; 

2.  I  cho  jfc  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 
And  glory  in  my  choice  ; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  fo  rejoice, 
Ver.  59. 

3.  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace 
I  let  before  my  eyes : 

Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4.  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 
I  think  upon  my  ways-, 

Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
Ver*  94»  J 14,  112. 

5.  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 
O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  •, 

Thou  artmy  fhield,  my  hiding-place  5 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

6.  Thou  haft  inclined  this  heart  oF  mine 
Thy  ftatutes  to  fiulfil  ; 

And  thus  till  mortal  life  fhall  end 
Would  1  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM 


*H  P    S    A    L    M     cXlX. 

PSALM CXIX.  Fourth  P*„  Com.  Mel 
LJtruftwn  from  "SfrrptuH. 
Ver.  9.    130. 

«.'J£0W  ftall  the  ycungfecu/e  tHirfctartS 

And  guard  their  lives  frcm  fin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choiceft  rules  imparts 

To  keep  the  conscience  dean. 
e.   When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

Icfpreads  fnch  light  abroad, 
Themeaneft  fouls  iaftruaion  find, 
And  raife  r heir  thoughts  to  God, 

3      I  is  J.ke  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light, 

Tnatgudes  us  all  the  day  I 
And  thro'  the  dangers  of  the  night, 

A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4-  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 
And  meditate  thy  word, 

Grow  wifer  than  their  fear  hers  are, 
And  beusr  know  the  Lord. 

Ver.  io4l   113,   jjy,  90,  9t. 

5-  l  ny  precepts  make  me  truly  wlrfe  ; 
I  ha,<i  the  -Tinner's  road  : 

I  rare  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rii'e, 

But  love  thy  h'yt%  my  God, 
6  [The  ftarry  heave's  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  : 
And  chefc  thy  Jervants,  night  and  dzy, 
Thy  flcill  and  powV  exprefs. 

Vcr,  160,  140,  9,   116. 

7.  But 


PSALM     CXLX.  265 

CI7.  But  ftill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 
Have  leffjns  more  divine  : 
Not  earth  (lands  firmer  than  th/  word, 

Norftars  fo  nobly  fhine.] 
s,  8.  Thy  word  is  eveilafting  truth, 
How  pure  is  ev'r|  page  ! 
That  holy  book  (hill  guide  our  youth, 

And  well  fupport  our  age. 
PSALM  CXIX.   First  Part,  Com.  Met. 

Dslirbt  in  fcripiu^e  •,  m  the  word  of  God  duell- 
ing in  us. 
Ver.  97,   14.8. 
I#  ^\  How  I  love  thy  holv  law  ! 
'  \J?  *Tis  daily  my  delight : 
Ano  tnence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  nigbt. 

2.  My  waking  eves  prevent  the  day, 
To  meditate  thy.  word  : 

My  foul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel  Lord. 

Ver.  3,   13,  54t    i.9>    I03' 

3.  How  doth  tny  word  my  heart  engage ! 
How  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 

And  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage, 
Yields  me  a  heav'nly  fong. 

4.  Am  I.  a  ftranger,  or  at  home  : 
'Tis  my  perpetual  feaft  •, 

Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  tafte, 

Ver.  72,  127,  28,  49>  »75- 

5-  No 


%66  P    S    A    L    M      CXIX. 

5.  No  treafures  (b  earich  the  mind  ; 
Nor  mall  thy  word  be  fold 

For  loads  of  filver  well  refin'd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold; 

6.  When  nau.e  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 
Thy  promiles  of  grace 

Are  pilars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praile. 

PSALM     CXIX.      , 

SiXTH  Part.     Common  Merre. 

Hcfline/s  and  Comfort  from  the  wcrd. 

Ver.   128,  97,  9. 

1.  1    ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right, 
*■*  And  ail  thy  ftatutes  jiift  -, 

Thence  I  maintain  a  coflfta»t  fight 
Withev'ry  flatting  Juft. 

2.  Thy  precepts  cite n  I  furvey  : 
I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 

Thro' all  the  bufkefsof  the  day, 
To  form  my  aaions  right. 
Ver.  62,   162. 

3.  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 
"  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  \u 

My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rile, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 

4-   And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill 
Ar.  fomegood  word  of  thine, 

Not  mighty  men  thatfhare  the  fpoil, 
Have joyfi  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM 


PSALM      CX^X.         26*7 

PSALM     CX1X. 

Seventh  Past.    Common  Metre^ 

ImptrfiRiQ*  cfnMre,  and  perfsftim  ojfcriplure. 

Ver.  96,  paraphrased. 

1.  I  ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 

To  form  one  perfect  bosk, 
Great  God,  >f  osce  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  \ 

2.  Not  the  maft  perfect  rules  they  gave 
Could  {"hew  one  fin  (orgiv'n, 

Nor  lead  a  Hep  beyond  the  grave ; 
But  thine  conduit  to  k eav'n. 

3.  I've  feen  an  end  to  what  we  call 
Perfection  here  below, 

How  (hart  the  powVs  of  nature  fall, 

And  can  no  farther  go. 
V  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought ; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 

Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5,  In  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here, 
While  fin  defiles  our  frame  ! 

And  (inks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  defer ve  the  name. 

6.  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 
Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 

But  perfect  truth  and  righteoufnefi 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 


PSALM 


263  P     S    A    L    M      CXIX. 

PSALM  CXIX.  Eighth  Part.  Com- Met.. 

The  word  of  God  is  the  faint's  porthn  ;   or  Tti 
excellenej  and  variety  offcripture. 

Ver.   in,  paraphrased. 
I-  j^ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  mv  choice, 

My  lafting  heritage  ; 
There  (hall  my  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warmer!  thoughts  engage. 

2.  Vn  read  thehirVries  of  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 

While  thro*  the  promifes  I  rove, 
With  ever-frefh.  delighr. 

3.  Tis  a  broad  iand  of  wealth  unknow, 
Where  fprings  of  life  an fe, 

Seeds  cf  immortal  blifs  are  fovvn, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4.  The  beft  relief  that  mourners  have  ; 
It  makes  our  forrows  bleft  ; 

Our  faireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

PSALM  CXIX.  Ninth  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Dejire  of  knowledge ;  or,  lbs  teacbirgs  of  the 

Spirit  iti'ib  the  Ho  d. 

Ver.  64,  68,   18,  y^  125. 

1.  *pHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

How  good  thy  works  appear ! 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  (ee  thy  wonders  there. 

2.  My  heart  was  famion'd  by  thy  hand  ; 
My  fervice  is  thy  due  j  0 


PSALM      CXIX.  269 

O  make  thy  fervsmt  uaderftand 
The  duties  he  pnuft  do. 

Ver.   19,  s6\ 

3.  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below, 
Lee  not  thy  path  be  hid, 

But  mark  the  road  my  feet  mould  go, 
And  be  my  cenftant  guide. 

4.  When  I  confefs'd  my  wandVing  ways, 
Thau  heard'ft  my  foul  complain  3 

Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  fhaii  ftray  again. 

Ver.  3-3,  34^  5°>  7l- 

5.  If  Gcd  to  me  his  ftatutes  (hew, 
And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 

His  work  for  ever  Til  puriue, 
His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 

6.  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 
Variety  of  grief ; 

It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 

And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Ver.   5 »,  27,   171. 
7*  (In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now* 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let"  that  blefled  gcfpcl  go, 

Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 
8.   When  I  have.learp'd  my  father's  will, 

Til  teach  the  wor'd  his  ways  : 
Mv  thankful  lip?,  infpit'd  with  zeal, 

Shall  loud  pronounce  his  prailc.] 

E£ALM 


Kf*  PSALM      CXIX, 

PSALM  CXIX.  Tenth  Part.  Com.  Met; 
Pleading  the  Prcni/es. 

nVuYf'J9-'  4%  AU  5S'    I07- 

i.  jgnhmd  thy  wamog  fervanr,  L  RD 

Devoted  to  thy  fear; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  ail  my  hopes  are  there. 

2.  Haft  thou  not  writ  falvation  down 
And  promis'd  qujck'ning grace  »   ' 

Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  tkrone  * 
And  yer  thy  love  dela/f. 
...        Ver;   l3h  42,  49,  74. 

3.  Mine  eves  for  thy  faivation  fail  ; 

0  bear  chyfervanc  up; 

Nor  lee  the  feeffing  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope' 

4.  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  ? 
lhen  Jet  thy  truth  appear  : 

Saints  mall  rejoice  in  my  regard, 
Anc^cruflas  well  as  fear. 

PSALM    CXIX. 

Eleventh    Part.  Common  Metre, 
Brtcthhg  after  bolinefs. 

U  (   J   V    /      L°RD  wou|d  guide  my  ways 

V^     To  keep  his  (tarutes  flill  » 
0<thac  my  Geo  would  grant  me  grace 

1  j  know  and  do  his  will  I 

2.  Oi 


PSALM    OtlX.  271 

O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  11  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart  ! 
sJor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 

Nor  aft  the  liar's  parr. 

Ver.  37,  36,   133. 
3.  From  vanity  turn  eff  my  eyes  5 

Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
tf or  covetcus  defires  arifc 

Within  this  foul  of  mine. 

Order  my  fooifteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  fincere  ; 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord1, 

But  keep  mv  confeience  clear. 
Ver.   176,  35. 
5.  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray  -, 

My  feet  too  often  (lip  •, 
Yet  iincc  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 

Reftore  thy  wand'ring  {heep. 
a.  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands » 

*Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
tfor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands-, 

Offend  again  ft  my  GOD. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXIX. 

Twelfth  Part;  Commoa  Metre, 

Breathing  after  Comfort  anddmvetatice, 

Ver.   l53*  39*  li&- 

MY  God,  coofider  my  diftrefo, 
Let  mercy  plead  my  caufc  ; 

Though 


272  PSALM     CXIX. 

Though  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  grace, 
I  cari't  forget  thy  laws. 

2.  Pot b''d,  forbid  the  (harp  reproach 
Which  I  fojuttly  fear  •, 

Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  lee  mv  (hame  appear. 

Ver.   122,   135,  Si. 

3.  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lcrd,  for  me ; 
Nor  lee  the  proud  opprefs ; 

But  make  thy  waiting  lervant  fee 
The  ftiiaings  of  thy  face. 

4.  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail ; 
Mv  heart  within  me  cries, 

<c  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
*  And  make  mv  comforts  rife  ?" 
Ver.   132. 

5.  Lock  down  upon  my  iorrows,  Lord, 
And  (hew  thy  grace  the  fame, 

As  thou  art  ever  wont  1!  afford 
To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

PSALM     CXIX. 

Thirteenth  Part.  Common   Metre, 

Holy  Fear,  and  Ttncernrfs  cf  Conjcltce. 

Ver.     10,    it. 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face 

O  let  me  never  ffcray 
From  tr  <rds.>  O  God  of  grace, 

Nor  tread  th«  Hnners  way. 
2.  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 
To  keep  my  conference  clean.  Am 


PSALM    CXIX.  273 

mdbe  aa  everla^ing  guard 

From  ev'ry  riling  fin. 

Ver.  64,  S3"  x58>  i^1*  163. 
.  I'm  a  companion  or  the  faints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  •, 
Ay  farrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 

When  men  traafgrefs  thy  word. 
While  Tinners  do  thy  gofpel  wiong, 

My  fpirit  (lands  in  awe  ; 
Ay  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 

Buc  love*  thy  righteous  law. 

Ver:    161,    120,    166,   174.' 
;.  My  heart  w  rh  facred  rev'rence  hears 

The  threa/nings  of  thy  word  ; 
Ay  ftefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 

The  judgments  .of  the  LORD. 
u  My  God,  I  Ion .-/,  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  falvatioa  ftili ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  rny  delight, 

And  I  cbev  thy  wiB. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX. 

Fourteenth  Part.  Cornmog  Metre; 

Bensfit  cf  Jjfj&.ons,  end  Sup  fort  under  theml 

Ver.   153,  81,  82,  71. 

f.  (^Onsider  a;  I  mv  forrows,  Lcbd, 

And  thy  deliv'ra&ce  fend  \ 
vlv  foul  for  thy  filiation  faints, 
Whsn.  will  my  troubles  end! 

W  2.  Yes 


t>74  PSALM      CXIX. 

2.  Yet  I  hare  found  'tis  good  forme 
To  bear  my  father's  rod  5 

Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
A^d  live  upon  my  God. 

Ver.  50,  92. 

3.  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 
When  newd.ftiefg  begins, 

I  read  th**  word,  I  run  thy  way 
A Rd  hate  my  former  fins. 

4.  Had  net  thy  word  been  my  delight, 
Wren  earthly  joys  were  fled, 

Mv  foul  oppreft  with  forrow's  weight 
Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 
Ver.  75.  67. 

5.  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 
Tho'  they  mav  teem  fevere  ; 

The  (harper!  i'ufPrings  I  endure 
Flow  frcm  thy  faithful  care. 

6.  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod 
UvJy  feet  were  apt  to  (tray  ; 

But  new  1  )earn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  frcm  thy  way. 

PSALM     CXIX. 

Fifteenth   Part.  Common   Metre, 

Holy  Rcfcluticns. 

Ver.  93,   15,   16. 
i.  /""\  That  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour 

\^/    Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pov*V, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

2.   To 


PSALM     CXIXi  275 

To  medicate  thy  precept?,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  foul  (hail  se'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Ver.  32,    13,  46.' 
3.  How  would  1  run  in  t*y  command*, 

I  thou  my  heart  dfcharge 
From  fin  and  fatan's  hateful  chains, 
A  ,d  (a  my  feet  at  lar^e  ? 
My  lips  with  courage  mail  declare 
Thy  (latutes  and  thy  name* 
Pll  fpeak  thy  word,  the*  kings  mould  heari 
Nor  yield  tofi  fu!  (hame. 

Ver.  61,  69,  70.   115. 
5.  Let  bands  tf  perfecccors  nfe. 

To  rcb  me  of  my  right, 
Lf  t  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies,1  , 

Thy  law  is  my  ddighr. 
6    Depart  frcm  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whole  hands  ar.d  hearts  are  ill  ; 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  mutt  obey  his  wHI, 

PSALM     CX1X. 

Sixteenth  Part.  Common  MctreJ 

Prayer  for  quicknirg  Grace. 

Ver.    25,  37. 

1   T\/f  Y  foul  hes  cleavsr  g  to  the  duft  3 

X.VJL  Lord,  give  me  lire  d  vine  \ 
From  vain  deli  es,  and  ev'ry  Juft. 
Turn  off  thefe  eves  of  mine. 

W  a.  2. 1 


2:6         PSALM      CXIX. 

2.  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 

Left  I  fh  :uld  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  cun  mv  feet  aftray. 

Ver.   107,    1 56,   40. 

3.  When  fore  affl  ft.ons  pi efs  m :  down, 
I  need  thy  quck'nmg  p'w',1  ; 

Thy  word  that  I  have  rrfted  on, 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  hou^s. 

4.  Are  not  thy  merges  fov're  gn  ftilJ, 
And  thou  a  faithful  God? 

Wilt  thou  n^t  gram  me  warmer  zeal 

To  run  the  heav'nly  rn*d  ? 

Ver.   i59.  4o,  93. 
,5    Does  not  mv  heart  hy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thv  face ; 
And  vet  how  fl  >w  my  fpi  its  move, 

Withou^  enliy'ning  grace  ! 
6.  Then  fhall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  qoick'ning  pow'r, 

To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CXIX. 

Seventeenth  Part    Long  Metre. 

Courage  and  Psrreveraxce  und'r  Pe>fecution\  or, 

Grace  (hiring  in  Difficulties  and  7r:a's, 

Ver.   143,   28,   /;r,  69,    no. 

"^yHEN  pain  and  anguith  feze  me,  Let 

All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  ; 

M 


PSALM     CXIX.  277 

My  fowl  diff/lves  for  heavhefs, 
Uphold  m;  >vith  fhy  ftreiigthning  grace. 
«.   The  proud  have  fr.am'd  t;  etr  feoff  &'Ues, 
Tiiey  wacch  my  feet  w  th  envious  eyes, 
And  tempt  my  foul. to  fnares  and  fin, 
Yet  thy  comma  -ds 1  nefer  decline. 

Ver..  161,  78, 
3.  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe; 
Thev  hate  to  fee  me  iove  thy  laws  ♦, 
Bat  I  will  fuft  and  fear  thy  name, 
'Til  pride  and  malice  die  with  (hanae* 
PSALM  CXIX     Last  Part.  Long   Met; 

Sanflifiid  Affl&ions ,  or,  Delight  in  the   Wori 
of  GOD. 

Ver.  6y>  59. 

FATHER,  I  biefs  ihy  gentle  hand  ; 
How  kind  wai  thy  challifmg  rod, 
Tnatforc'd  my  conference  to  a  ftand., 
And  brought  my  wand'rmg  foul  to  God  ! 

2.  Fo'.ilifli  and  vain  I  went  aft  ray  ; 
Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges.  Lord, 
I  left  my  gu'de,  and  !oft  my  way  ; 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

Ver.  71,  72. 

3.  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke» 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell  *, 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ftroke. 
That  I  m'git  learn  his  ftatutes  welL 

4.  The  law  that  liTues  from  thy  mouth, 
Shall  raife  my  chearful  pafftons  more 

Thar 


27*  PSALM       CXX, 

Than  all  the  treasures  of  the  f ?utb, 
O;  wtftern  hills  of  golden  ore. 

5.    1  ny  hands  have  maoe  my  mortal  frame  ; 
Thy  Sprit  form*d  my  foal  within; 
Teach  rnc  to  know  thy  wona'rous  name, 
And  gua  d  meTrfe  from  death  and  fin, 
6  .  Tr .en  ail  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
At  my  fctfva  i  on  (hall  rejoice  ; 
For  1  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  gract  my  only  choice. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXX    Common  Metre. 

Cimpkjjti  ojf  qwfilfcme  Neighbours  \  or,  A  de* 

vent  IVJhfor  Peact 

THOU  Goo  or  Love,  thou  Ever-bled, 
Pity  my  furPringftafe  ; 
W  e«  wih  thou  fee  my  foul  at  reft 
Frum  lips  that  1  ve  deceit  ? 

2.  Hard  lot  of  mire  !  my  days  are  call 
Am  ng  the  Tons  of  ftrtfe, 

.Whole  never-ceafing  brawlings  waftc 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3.  U  might  I  -fly  to  change  mv  place, 
How  woti^d  I  choofe  to  dwe-1 

In  fome  wild  lonefome  w;ldernefs, 
And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell ! 

4.  Peace  is  the  blelTing  that  I  feek ; 
How  lovely  ate  it's  charms  ! 

I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 

They  all  declare  for  arms.  5.  Ne' 


P    S  XA    L     M     CXXL         *79 

New  pafiions  (till  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  ftrong  ; 
What  (hall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 

O  thou  devouring  tongue  !  f 

Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  thro  , 

Strift  juftice  would  approve  : 
But  I  had  rather  fpare  my  foe, 

And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 
PSALM    CXXI.  Long  Metre: 
Divine  Protefttin* 
i   TTPto  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

'  \^J    TV  eternal  hills  beyond  the  flues  ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  j 
There  my  almighty  refoge  lives. 

2.  He  lives,  the  everlafting  GOD 

That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood  | 
The  heav'ns  with  ail  their  hefts  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3.  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  $ 
His  morning  fmiles  blef*  all  the  day  : 

He  fpreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keePs 
The  filent  hours  while  Ifr'el  deeps. 

4.  Ifr'el,  a  name  divinely  bleft, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  reft  •, 
Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  (lumber  nor  lurprife. 

5.  No  fun  mail  fmke  thy  head  by  day; 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 

r  Shall 


So 


p    S    A    b    m      CXXL 


Shall  brad  rhy  couch  j  no  baleful  for 

Uart  h:s  malignant  fire  frc  m  f  r. 

6    Should  earth  and  he)!  With  rnaiice  burn, 

£t£  thou  fhalt  go,  and  ft  ill  rerum 

WWlMitoro;,  h;s  heavily  care 

intends  thy  Kffe  from  ev'ry  fifiM. 

7-  On  thee  foul  jrpftfa  have  no  powV 

Ar,d,n  thy  lafl  departing  hcu% 

£ngels  that  trace  rfoe  any  read 

anal]  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

PSALM    CXXI.    Common    Metre! 

rtejirvaiicn  by  Bay  and  N;gb:. 

*'  T°>av'n  l  lift  my  waiting  eve., 

i  here  a-ii  my  hopes  are  laid  : 
I  he  Lord  wf«,  hwh  the  earth  and  fides 

Ls  my  perpetual  aid. 
2.  Their  feet  flu!!  never  (Idem  fall 

Vvhomhedeu^nstok^ep; 
fi'S  ear  actendi,  the  foftsfl  call  ; 
His  e>escao  never  deep. 

3'  ^e™']lk)"Zi*  our  weak-eft  pow'rs 

With  his  almighty  arm-, 
And  watch  our  mo  ft  unguarded  hours 

Agatnft  farprifing  h*rm. 
4    Iirel  rejoice  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  istheL-RD; 
H  s  wakeful  eyes  cm  ai  >v  his  pow'r 

*  or  thine  euvnai  guard.  ■ 
5-  Nor  fcorcWng  fun,  nor  fickly  m30n 
Snail  have  hie  leave  to  frnice  • 


PSALM       CXXI. 


281 


He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 

From  blafttng  damps  a:  n'tgtat. 
6.  He  guards  ihy  foil*  toe  kee?s  thy  bieath, 

Where  thickeft  dangers  come  : 
Go  and  rerurji,  fecure  from  death, 
'TiUGod  commands  chtee  home. 
PSALM  CXXI.  As  the  1418th  Piaitn. 
GOD  our  Prtjerver. 
x.  T  TPWARDI  lift  mine  eyes ; 
\J    From  Gcd  is  ail  my  aid  •, 
Trie  God  that  built  the  ikies. 
And  earth  and  nature  made  •, 
Gcd  is  the  foW*er 
To  which  1  fly  : 
His  grace  is  nigh 
Li  ev'ry  hour. 

2.  My  feet  mall  never  fide, 
Or  fall  in  fatal  feres, 

S^ce  Gcd,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends -me  from  my  fears. 

Thdfe  wakeful  eyes 

That  never  deep, 

Shall  IlVe!  keep, 

When  dangers  rife. 

3.  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  b)a(U  of  ev'ning  air, 
Shall  cake  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 

Thou  art  my  fan, 

And  thou  my  dude, 

To  guard  my  head 

B?  night  or  Eicon.  4-  H 


<( 


2S2  PSALM     CXXfl. 

4.  Hall  thou  not  giVn  thy  word 
1  o  lave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  ; 
Til  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
'Till  from  03  high    ' 
Thou  call  me  home. 

PSALM    CXXd.  Common  Metre, 
Going  to  Cburcb. 

'  ^°k7  dJd  my  beart  rei°ic8  tC)  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  fry, 

In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 

"  And  keep  the  folemn  day  !* 

2.  I  Jove  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 
The  church  adora'd  with  grace, 

Stands  Ike  a  palace  built  for  God 
To  fhew  his  milder  fare. 

3.  Up  to  her  courts  with  joy  unknown 
The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 

The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  firs  in  judgment  there. 

4.  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints  5 
And  while  his  awful  voice 

Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5.  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 
And  j^y  a  conftant  gueft  ! 

With  holy  gifes  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bleft  ! 


6.  My* 


pSALM      CXXII.        ?«3 

My  foal  (hall  p'ay  for  Z-on  ftill, 
While  life  or  breath  remains  -, 
fhs-e  mv  beft  friend*,  my  kmd.ed  dwell, 
There  God  my  favour  reigns. 
PSALM    CXXlt.  Poper  Tune. 

Got Ug  li>  Cburcb. 
ttOW  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I 
"  "  To  hear  the  people  cry,  >f 

■  Come,  let  us  feek  our  God  to-day  >  , 
Yes,  with  a  chearfut  zed, 
We  hafte  to  Z  on't  hill, 
Aid  there  ou-  vows  and  honors  pay. 
2.  2.09,  thr.ee  happy  place, 

Adnm'd  w  th  wondrous  grace, 
Anlwalsofftrengthembacetheecound; 

U  thee  our  tribes  appear 

To  or*y,  and  parte  .and  near 
The  faced  goipel'sioyful  found. 
a    There  David's  greater  Son 
*  Has  Ex'd  his  royal  throne, 
He  A«  for  grace  and  judgment  there  5 

He  bids  the  fame  be  glad, 

He  mikes  the  firmer  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 
a    Miy  peace  attend  thy  gate, 

And  ioy  withie  thee  wait, 
Toblefcthefonlefev'ry  gueft* 

The  mai  that  fees  thy  peace. 

A 'id  wiflies  thine  increale, 
A  thoufand  bieflings  on  him  reit ! 


pSALM     CXXIII. 

5    My  Rngue  repeats  her  vows 
we  co  chs  iac  ea  boufe  I" 
*<v:«hche*r  fiends  and  k.ndied  dwell- 

And  fi^e.m7gio,i,usG;.d 

Makes -ihee  b,i.  b.'eft  ,  bode, 
My  i-.o-.niillewr  love  thee  well- 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXin.    Common    Metre 

O         Pludmg  vrnb  Sutmfa*. 
i  tea  «!v«fe  grace  and  juitice  re.en 

■^ee  cUr  heSns  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  v.e  J;ft  r>Ur  eyes  H     ' 

"'  An&/l«T  "atch  ******  hand, 
a  d  ?ear  the  angry  firo|<e  ! 

ads  bcore  their  mrtrefs  ftar,d, 

;»nd  wait  a  peaceful  bok  : 

3.  So  for  our  fins  we  juftly  fed 

hy  difcipline,  O  G^d  ; 

wait  the  gracious  moment  fill' 

iiil  thou  remove  thy  tod 

4-  Thofethat  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live,  ' 
oar  daily  groans  deride, 

And  thy  delays  cf  mercy  give 

FreQj  courage  to  their  pridp 

5-  Our  fees  infulc  us,  but  out  hope 
Jntay  compaffian  lies  ; 

This thought  ftall  bear  cur  fpitits  up, 

i  fiat  God  will  not  defp'.fe. 


PS  A  LI 


PSALM      CXXV.  i$$ 

PSALM    CXXIV.    Long  Metre. 
A  Seng  for  the  Fifti  of  N  v^b.r. 
IT  AD  not  the  L  rd,  may  Iir'el  fry, 
\T   Had  not  the  Lord  ownsata  d  eur  U< 
When  men  to  make  our  lives  a  p  ey 
Lofe  Lks  the  fwelhng  of  the  t-de  : 

The  (Welting  tide  had  (lope  our  breatiri, 
Jo  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll, 
tfe  had  been  fwallow'd  deep  in  death; 
Proud  waters  had  overwhelm' d  cur  loul. 
5.  We  leap  for  py,  we  (boat  and  fing, 
Whojuft  cfcap'd  the  fatal  ftrcke  •, 
So  ft  es  ihe  bird  with  chearful  wing, 
When  once  the  Fowler's  fnare  is  brcke, 

4.  Forever  ble  fifed  be  the  Lord, 
iWho  broke  the  fowler's  curled  fnare, 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  mtwd'ring  fwerd, 
And  made  our  lives  and  fouls  his  care  ! 

5,  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  formM  the  earth  and  built  the  fkies  ; 
He  that  uoholds  that  wcnu'ious  frame, 
Guards  his  own  chutch  with  watchful  eyes. 
P  S  A  L  M     CXXV.  Common  Metre. 
Tie  Sa'-nis  *ttU\  end  Safety. 
,.  J  TNSHAKEN  as  the  faced  hill, 

U    And  firm  as  mountains  be, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  i>ui  thall  reft 
That  leans,  O  Loud    f  n  thee. 
2.  Not  walls  nor  bills  ecu  d  guard  fo  well 
Old  Salem's  happy  grcun J,  As 


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PSALM      CXXV. 


As  rhofe  erernal  arms  of  love 
That  ev'ry  laint  furround. 

3.  While  tyrants  arc  a  fmareing  (course 
To  drive  them  near  to  God, 

Divi  t  compaffion  dees  allty 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4.  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fineere, 
And  lead  them  fafely  on 

To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 

Where  Christ  their  Lord  is  gone. 

5.  But  it  we  trace  chofe  crooked  ways 
That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 

The  wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  hell, 
Shall  (mice  his  followers  too. 

PSALM    CXXV.     Sfcort  Metre. 
Th   tents  Trial  and  Safety  .  or,  Meditated 

JRM  and  unmcVd  are  they 
That  reft  their  (  vh  on  God  . 
tirm  as  (he  mount  where  David  dwelt 

Or  where  the  a  k  abode. 
2.  As  mountains  flood  ro  guard 

The  city's  facred  ground, 

So  Gcd,  and  his  almighty  love, 

Embrace  his  faints  an  ond 

3-  What  tho'  a  father's  rod' 
Drop  a  chaftifiner  ftroke, 

Yet,  Icaft  it  wcund  their  f0u!s  tco  dw 
«  s  fury  fhall  be  broke. 

4-  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 
W  bole  hith  2nd  pious  fear,  Whofe 


PSALM      CXXVI.        287 

Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  cv'ry  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fwcere. 

5.  Nor  (hall  the  tyrant's  rage 
Too  long  opprels  the  faint  ; 

The  God  of  lfr'el  will  fupport 
His  children  leaft  they  faint. 

6.  But  if  our  flavifh  fear 
Will  choofe  the  road  to  hell, 

We  muft  expect  our  portion  there* 
Where  bolder  Tinners  dwell. 
PSALM    CXXVI.  Long  Metre. 
Surpri/ing  Deliverance. 
XX7HEN  Gcd  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate. 
VV    Joy  was  our  long,  and  grtce  our  theme; 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  \o  great, 
That  jov  appear'd  a  painted  dream. 

2,  The  (coffer  owns  thy  haqd,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honors  to  tfey  name  -, 

While  we  with  pleafure  fliout  thy  praife, 
With  chearful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3,  W^hen  we  review  cur  difma!  fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they  vanifh'd  (o  i 
With  Gcd  we  left  our  Bowing  tears, 
He  makes  cur  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4,  The  man  that  in  his  *urrow'd  bd& 
His  fcattcr'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leave?, 
Will  Incut  to  fee  the  harvefl  yield 

A  welcome  load  of  joyful  (heaves, 

PSALM 


2*8        PSALM      CXXVI. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXVI.  Common  Metre. 
The  Joy  of  a  remarkable  Converfion  •  or 
Melancholy  removed, 
WHEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name. 

An  1  chang  d  my  mournful  ftate 
My  rapture  fc^m'd  a  p]Cafifig  dream     " 
The  grace  appear'd  fo  great. 

2'  Ih^fu  buhCld  thcgj™sus  change, 

Aftd  did  thy  hand  confcfs; 
My  tsngue  broke  out  in  unknown  drains, 

And  lung  furprifing  grace  : 
2>  Great  is  the  work,  my  neighbours  ccy'd, 

And  own  d  the  pow'r  divine  ; 
Great  is  the  work,  my  heart  reply'd 

And  be  the  glory  thine. 

4.  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  ikies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night  ; 

Make  drops  of  (acred  farrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5.  Let  thole  that  Co* in  fadnefs  wait 
.  '  -  ill  the  fair  harveft  come, 

They  fhsli  confefs  their  /heaves  are  great, 
And  fhout  the  bieflinss  home. 

6.  Tho'  feed  iie  buryMloogin  duft, 
.    It  ftian't  dtceive  their  hope  ! 
The  pre«ck>-$  gr*aia  can  ue'er  be  left, 

^  es  £  he  crop.      . 


PSALM 


PSALM      CXXVII.         289 

PSALM   CXXVII.    Long  Metre. 

The  BUffing  of  GOD  on  the  Buffings  and  Com- 
forts of  Life. 

IF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 
And  pains  10  build  the  houfe  arc  loft  % 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  deep. 

2.  What  tho'  you  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fpariag  eat  your  b  ead3 
To  fhun  that  poverty  you  dread  : 

3.  *Tis  all  in  vain,  'cill  God  hath  bleft  5 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  : 
Children  and  frierJs  are  bleilings  too, 
If  God  our  fov'rcign  make  them  fo. 

4.  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  ! 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love  ! 

PSALM  CXXVII.  Common  Metre, 
COD  all  in  all. 

IF  God  to  build  the    houfe  deny. 
The  builders  work  iu  vain  ; 
And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye, 

An  ufelefs  watch  maintain, 
2.  Before  the  morning  beams  arife* 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And,  'till  the  ftars  afcend  the  &teS; 

Your  lirefome  tcil  purfus  -?  g.Shb.t 


29o      PSALM      CXXVIIIi 

3.  Short  be  your  flccp  and  eourfe  your  fare  ; 
In  vain,  'till  God  has  bleft  ; 

But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 
You  fhall  have  food  and  reft. 

4.  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 
Shall  real  bleflings  prove, 

Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  ferit  without  hs  love. 

PSALM    CXXVlIL.Common  Metre; 
Family  Bleflings. 

O  Happy  man,  whofefoui  is  filiM 
With  zeal  and  rev'rent  awe  ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honors  yield, 

His  life  adorns  the  law. 
a.  A  careful  providence  fhall  ftand, 

And  ever  guard  thy  head. 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 

It's  kindly  bleflings  toed, 
3.  Thy  wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plane  of  honor  fhinc, 

And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 
4;  The  Lord  fhaH  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  come; 
The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion'shilJ, 

Shall  lend  thee  bleflings  home. 
5.  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 

Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife. 

Theft  leave  the  world  in  peace* 

PSALM 


PSALM      CXXIX.         291 

PSALM    CXXIX.  Common  Metre. 
Perfecutors   funijhed. 

UP  from  my  youth*  may  Ifr'el  fay, 
Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tea  s  -, 
My  griefs   were  conftant  as  the  day, 

And  tedicus  as  the  years. 
a.  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  •, 
Oft  they  alTail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  not  deftroy'd  my  life. 

3.  Their  cruel  plough  had  torn  my  flefk 
With  furrows  long  and  deep, 

Hourly  they  Tcx'd  my  wounds  afrefh9 
Not  let  my  forrows  ileep. 

4.  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne* 
And  with  impartial  eye 

Meafurfd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5.  How  was  their  infolence  furprizM 
To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 

And  all  the  foes  of  Sion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul ! 

6.  Thus  (hall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints 
Be  blafted  from  the  fky  ; 

Their  glory  fades  their  courage  faints. 
And  all  their  preje&s  die. 

7.  [What  tho*  they  ^uurhlr  tali  and  fair-, 
They  have  no  root  beneath  , 

Their  growth  (hail  perifh  in  defpair. 
And  lie  dcfpk'd  in  death.] 


1 

292  PSALM     CXXX. 

8.  [So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-tpp  ftands, 
No  hope  of   harveft  gives  ; 

The  reaper  ne'er  (hail  fill  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  (heaves : 

9.  It  fprings  arid  withers  on  the  place  5 
No  traveller  beftows 

A  word  of  bleffing  on  the  grafs, 
Nor  winds  it  as  he  goes  ] 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXX.  Common   Metre. 
Pard  ning  Grace, 

OUT  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs, 
The  borders  of  defpair* 
I  fent  my  o* ies  to  feck  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2.  Great  God,  fhould  thy  feverer  eye, 
And  thine  impartial  hand 

Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  fklh  could  fiand, 

3.  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 
For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 

Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4.  [I  wait  for  tiy  falvation,  Lord, 
With  ftrortg  defires  I  wait  -, 

My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching,  at  thy   gate.] 

5.  [Juft  as  the  giurd  that  keeps  the  night 
Long  for  the  morning  fkies, 

Watch  the  firfi:  beams  of  braking  light, 
And  ineec  them  .wich  their  eyes ; 

6.  So 


PSALM      CXXX.       293 

6.  So  waics  my  foui  to  fee  thy  grace  •, 
And  more  intent  than  they, 

Meets  the  fir  ft  opVrngs  of  thv  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day  ] 

7.  [  TheniQ  the  Lord  let  lfr'el  truSt, 
Let  lfr'el  leek  his  face  -, 

The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

8.  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 
For  Tinners  long  enflav'd  ; 

The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 
And  lfr'el  (hall  be  fav'd.] 
PSALM    CXXX.    Long  Metre: 
Pardoning  Grace. 

FROM  deep  ditfrefe  and  troubled  tho'cs, 
To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd   my  cries! 
If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 
No  flefh  can  ftand  before  thin*  eyes, 

2.  But  thou  has  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  difpenfethy  pardons  there, 
That'finners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope  and  love  as  well  as  fear, 

3.  As  the  benighted  falgrims  wait, 
And  long,  and  wi(h  for  break  of  day, 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  ; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ? 

4.  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  (hall  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord. 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5,  Greaf 


294        PSALM      CXXXL      || 

5    Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  crac? 
Thro'  the  Redemption  of  hi?  Son-8       * 
He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 
PSALM     CXXXI  Common  Metre.' 
Humility  and  Subrnijfion. 

IS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  $ 
<~>r  do  I  c€k  a  haughty  part  ? 

Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 
2.  I  charge  *ny  tho't;,  be  bumble  fti||, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild  ; 
Ccntenr,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 

And  quiet  as  a  child. 
3.  The  patient  foul,  the  Jowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 
Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 

And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM  CXXXII.  5,  ,3-MS.  Long  Metre-" 
At  the  Settlement  of  a  church  or  the  Ordination 
cf  a  Minijler. 

\yHERE  fhill  we  go  to  feek  and  find 

An  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  the  eternal  Mind, 
Amongft  the  fons  of  flcfli  and  blood  ? 
£  The  God  of  Jacob   chofe  the  hill 
Of  Z?on  for  his  ancient  r«ft  ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ftill  ; 
His  church  is  with  his  prefenee  bleft. 


2.  "  Here 


PSALM     CXXXIl.     29s 

V  «  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
And  reign  forever,  faith  the  Lord  i 
Here  mall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known, 
And  bkffingi  fhall  attend  my  word. 
A.  Here  will  1  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  •, 
Sinners  that  wait  before  my  door, 
With  fweet  provifion  fhall  be  tea.  - 
7  Girded  WUh  truth,  and  cloathM  with  grace, 
My  priefts,  my  minifters   (hall  fhinc  % 
Not  Aaron  in  his  coftly  drds 
Made  an  appearance  fo  divine. 
6.  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 
Their  inward  joys,  (hall  (h out  and  Ting, 
The  fon  of  David  here  (hall  reign, 
And  Zion  triumph  in  her  Kingv 
7    r Jesus  (hall  fee  a  numerous  feed 
Born  here  f  uphold  his  glorious  name  * 
His  crown  (hall  flourifh  on  his  ^ad,         ff 
While  all  his  fees  are  cloath'd  with  (name. 
PSALM  CXXXIL  4.5.*?7A«5—  i7-C-M< 
^  C£«rf &  efiablilktd. 

NO  deep  nor  (lumber  to  bis  eyes 
Good  David  would  afford, 
•Till  he  had  found  below  the  fkies 

A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 
2.  The  Lord  in  Zion  piae'd   his  name, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  : 
To  Zion  the  whole  nation  came 
To  worfhip  thrice  a  year* 

3«  *u 


29*      psalm'  cxxxm, 

3-  Bot  we  have  no  fuch  lengths  to  tzo 
Nor  wander  far  abroad  ;  g' 

Where'er  thy  fain fs    sffemble  now, 
1  here  is  a  houfe  for  Gcd. 

P  a   y  s  E. 
2'  Ari(e,OKmg  of  Grace,  a-ife, 

And  enter  to  thy  reft  ! 
Lo/thr  church  wai:s  with  longing  eyes 

Thus  to  be  owo'd  and  blcflr  ' 

5-  E  'tw  with  «IJ  thy  glorious  train, 
Iby  fpmtand  thy  word  • 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain/ 
^ouldnofuchgrsce  afford. 

il"'',  m't'ty  G°d'  acceI*  Qur  vows, 
HeeJet.hypraiiebH  p,ead. 

Blf  '"*  Provifions    of  thy  houfe, 
.  And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread  • 

7'lerr^tbc5onofDavidreign; 

Let  God  s  anointed  fhine  ; 
Juflice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 

W,th  hve  and  pow'r  divine. 

AnH e,e(,C.h|mf';,da^ing  throne, 
And  ai  his  Jcwgdom  grows, 
lf«fl'  honors  ftaii  adorn  his  c 

And  (hame  coi;;ound   his  loes. 

PSAL  M  CXXXIII.  Common  Metre. 
T    r,       l         fo-tbtrly  Ltv>-. 

U,  what  an  entertaining  fight 
L-J     Are  brethren  that  agVee 
ircthren    whole  cheatlu!   hear!,  unite 
rnoandsofp-ety!  2_   Wbm 


PSALM       CXXXIII.       297 

2.  When  ftrcarr-s  of  \ovt   from  Chrift  the 
Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul,  (fpring 

And  hcav'nly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3.  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 
On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 

The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  fest, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4.  'Tispleafant  as  the  morning  dews 
That  fall  on  Sion's  hill, 

Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  fliews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 
PSALM  CXXXIII.  Skort  Metre. 

Communln  0}   Saints ;  or,  Love  and  fVor/kip 

in  a  Famii . 

BLEST  are  the  fons  of  peace, 
Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
Thro'  all  their  aclions  run. 

2.  Bleft  is  the  pious  houfe 
Where  zeal  and  friendfhip  meet, 

Their  fongsof  praife  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3.  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  head 
They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 

The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleafu  e  fill'd  the  room. 

4.  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 
The  faints  are  bleft  above, 

Where  joy  like  morning  dew  di(UIs, 

And  all  the  air  is  love.  PSALM 


*9*     P    S     A     L     M      CXXXIII. 

PSALM  CXXXIU.  As  the  iszdPfalm, 

.  1 be  Bleffings  of  Friend/hp. 
1*  fJOW  pleafant  Ms  to  fee 

Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  their  proper  ftations  move, 

And  each  fulfil  their  part, 

With  fyrnp3thifing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  ! 
2.  *T*s  like  the  ointment  fhed 

On  Aaron's  facred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  (wect ; 

The  oil  thro*  ail  the  room 

Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  thro'  hisl-obes,  and  blcft  his  feet. 
3    Like  fruitful  fhow'rs  of  reign 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
Defccnding  from   the  neighb'ring  hills ; 

Such  ftreams  of  pleafurc  roll 

Thro'ev'ry  friendly  foul, 
Where  love  like  hcav'nly  dew  diftils. 

PSALM    CXXXIV.    Common  Metre. 
Daily    and  Nightly   Devotion. 

YE  that  obey  th"  immortal  King, 
Attend  his  holy  place  : 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 

And  blels  his  wond'rous  grace. 
2.  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  :  ° 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night, 

Above  the   fiarry  fky.  3.  The 


PSALM      CXXXV.       299 

2.  The  God  of  Zion  cbears  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  qoickning  grace-, 
The  God  that  fpreads  the  heav'as  abroad, 

And  rules  the  f welling  Teas, 
PSALM   CXXXV.    i—4,M.  19—21. 
First  Part.      Lon*  Metre. 
the  Church  is  GOD's  Houje  am  Care. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait  * 
Ye  faints,  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 
Or  (land  attending  at  his  gate. 

2.  Praiie  ye  the  Lord  ;   the  Lord  is  good  5 
To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  ; 
Ifr'ei  he  chofe  of  old,  and  (till 

His  church  is  his  peculiar  jy. 

3.  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints  ; 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  triends  ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints,. 
Repents  the  forrows  that   he  fends. 

4.  Thro*  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 
His  name,  snd  breaks  the  oppreffor's  rod  j 
J-Ie  gives  his  fufFring  ferrants  reft, 

And  will  be  known  th*  Almighty  God. 

5.  Blefs  ye  the  Lord  who  taftc  his  love  ; 
People  and  pried:  exalt  his  name: 
Amontft  his  feints  he  ever  dwells  ; 

His  church  is  his  Jerusalem. 
PSALM  CXXXV.  5-12  Sec.  Part.  L.Met. 
Tbe  Works  f  Creation*  Providence*  Redemption 
0  Ifr'eli  and  Dejlruftion  of  Enemies. 

GRLAi   is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
Above  all  pow'rs,  and  ev'ry  throne  j 


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Whate'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  or  fee, 
Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2.  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 
The  lightnings  flam,  the  thunders  roar  ; 
He  pours    the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  temped  from  his  airy  ftore. 

3.  'Twss  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  Cent, 
O  Egypt,  thro*  thy  ftubborn  land  ; 
When  all  thy  fir  ft- born,  beafts  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4.  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings, 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifr'e)  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  flave. 

5.  His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
That  faves  us  from  the  hofls  of  hell : 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  pofles, 
Whence  thofe  apellate  angels  fell. 

PSALM   CXXXV.    Common  Metre. 

Praife  due  to  GOD,  not  to  Upls, 

AWAKE,  ye  faints  :  to   praife  your  King 
Your  fweeteft   paftions  raife, 
Your  pious  picafure  while  you  fiisg 
Increafing  with  the   praife. 

2.  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  employ  ; 

But  (till  his  faints  arc  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3.  Heav*n,  earth,  and  ka,confefs  his  hand  ; 
He  bids  the  vapours  riie; 

Lightning 


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Lightning  and  ftorm  at  his  command 
Sweep  thro'  the  founding  ikies. 

4.  All  pov/r  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd, 
Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 

But  heathen  gods  mould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5.  Which  of  the  (locks  or  (tones  they  truft 
Can  give  them  (how'rs  of  reign  ? 

In  vain  they  worGvp  glfuering  duft, 

And  pra/  to  gold  in  vain. 
6.[Their  gcds  have  tongues  that  cannot  talk. 

Such  as  their  makers  gave  ; 
Their  feet   were  ne'er  defign'd  to  walk, 

Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7.  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf. 
Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  \ 

Mortals  that  wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

8.  O  Britain  know  the  living  God 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ^ 

He  make&  thy  ch»rches  his  abode, 
And  claims  thine  honors  there. 

PSALM  CXXXVL  Common  Metre. 

God' s  Wonders  of  Creation,  Pt avtdmct,  Ridtmg- 

tion  of  Ifratl%    and  Salvation  of  his  Pseplc. 
(JIVE  thanks  to  God  the  iov'reign  Lord  5 

His  mercies  ftill  endure, 
And  be  the  King  of  Kings  adcir'd. 
His  truth  is  ever  fure, 

.     What 


302       PSALM     CXXXVI. 

2.  What  wonder's  hath  his  wifdom  done  ! 
How  mighty  is  his  hand  \ 

Heav'n,  earih,  and  Tea,  he  fram'd  alone  ; 
How  wide  is  his   command  ! 

3.  The  fun  fupplies  the  daf  with  li^ht  : 
How  bright  his  counfcls  flaine  ! 

The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night  : 

His  works  are  all  divine. 
4..  [He  ftruck  the  Tons  ot  Egypt  dead  : 

How  dresdfnl   is  his  rod  ! 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led : 

How  gracious  is  our  God  ! 
j.  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  ; 

His  arm  is  great  in  nvp.ht  ; 
r\nd  gave  the  tribes  a  paflage  thro*  ; 

His  pow'r  and  grace  unite. 
S.  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  5 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
^nd  brought  his  faints  thro*  defert  ground  ; 

Eternal  be  his  praife. 
r.  Great  mcn*rch*s  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 

Victorious  ;s  his  fword  •, 
While  Ifr'el  took  the  promis'd  hnd  : 

And  faithful  i$  his  word. 
!.  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 

He  felt  his  pity  move  : 
low  fad  the  (late  the  world  was  in  / 

How  boundlefs  was  his  love  ! 
1.  He  fent  to  favc  us  from  our  woe  % 

His  goodnefs  ne/er  fails  ; 
rrom  death,  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe; 

And  ftili  his  grace  prevails.        '   10.  Give 


PSALM     CXXXVI.       303 

10.  Give  thanks  to  God  the  heav'nly  king  * 

His  mercies  ftill  endure, 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing  ; 
*  His  truth  is  ever  fure. 

PSALM  CXXXVI.   As  the  148  th  Pfalm, 

1.  (jIVE  thanks  to  God  mod  high, 
The  univerfal  Lord  •, 
The  fov'reign  King  of  Kings  : 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

Hrs  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  ftill  the  fame  j 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 
21  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  ftill  endure  », 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 
3.  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fui 
To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  fiars, 
To  chear  the  darkfome  night. 

His  pow'r   and  grace 

Are  ftill  the  fame  \ 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlef6  praife. 
(.  [He  fmote  the  firit-born  fons, 
The  rlow'r  of  Egypr,  deadi  And 


304         PSALM      CXXXV; 

And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  py  and  i^iory  led. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  (iili  endure  j 

And  ever  lure 

Abides  thy  word. 

5.  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  red  lea  in  two, 
And  tor  his  people  made 
A  wondrous  paffa  *e  thro8 

His  po*'r  and,  grace 
Arc  ft  ill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name. 
Have  endlefs  praife. 

6.  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  hi?  hoft  he  drowri*d3 
And  brought  his  Id 'el  fafe 
Thro9  a  long  defer  t  ground. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  aill  endure  : 
And  ever  furc 
Abides  thy  word. 

V    A     U    S    h-     • 

;.  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  % 
"Wrrle  his  own  fervants  <<> 
Pofftfiion  of  their  land. 

His  pow'r  and  gra£« 

Are  Sill  the  fame  ? 

And  let  hi*  ca^e 

Have  erkHeli  B    HS 


P    S     A    L    M     CXXXVI.        305 

I.  He  law  the  nations  lie 
Al  penflvng  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  ftate 
Tfte  ru;,u'd  world  was  in.; 

Tny  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  dill  endure  ; 

And  ever  fue 

Abides  thy  word. 
Hs  (cut  hig  only  Son 
To  fa ve  us  from  cur  wotf, 
From  fatan,  fth,  and  deaths 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  po**rarid  grace 

Are  ftiH  the  fame  f 

Aad  Jet  bis  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 
tti*  Give  thanks  aloud  to  Gear, 
To  God  the  hea^'nly  King  ; 
And  let  the  fpac;ous  earth 
Hi?  works  and  glories  fiftgw 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  ftili  endure  j 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 

PSALM    CXXXVI.    Abridged 

Lo^g  Metre.    • 

QIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  5 
bonders  ot  grace  to  God  belong, 
fcepeat  his  mercies  ia  your  fong, 

i  s.  Give 


I 

306      PSALM     cxxxvi. 

a.  Give  to  the  Lord  of  Lords  Fenown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  : 
His  mercies  eve.  ihall  endure, 
When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  monfc 

3.  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  ti;e  iky, 
And  fiVd  the  (tarry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong; 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

4.  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direft  the  night  : 
His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 
When  funs  and  moons  (hall  mine  no  more* 

5.  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  thepromis'd  land: 
Wonders  of  grace  to  Gcd  belong  ; 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

6.  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  work  within : 
His  mercies  ever  {hall  endure, 
When  death  and  fin  fl\all  reign  no  more. 

7.  Hefene  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 
From  guilt  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 
8    TrU-o*  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feef, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat ; 
His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 
When  this  vain  wqrld  fhail  be  no  more, 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXXVIII.  Long-Metre 

Rrftwing  and  prefacing  Grace. 

WIT 


; 


PSALM     CXXXVIIL     307 

j  Ty1^  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue, 
**     I'll  praiie  my  maker  in  my  fong: 
Angels  (hall  hear  the  notes  I  raife. 
Approve  the  fong,  and  jo  n  the  praifc. 
a.  Angels  that  make  thy  church  their  care, 
Shall  wfcne'fs  my  dt vofon  there, 
While  holy  zeaf  dife$s  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  fk  es. 

3.  Til  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy  Lore*  5 
I'll  fingr  the  wonders  of  thy  word  5 
Not  all  thy  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  mow; 

4.  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe  % 
He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  fees :' 
He  did  my  riling  fears  cor.ttcul, 

And  ftrength  dihWd  thro' all  my  fowl; 
5;  ThcGpD  of  heatr'n  maintains  his  date, 
Frowns  op  the  proud,  and  fcorns    the  great  § 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  fee 
The  ferns  of  humble  poverty. 

5.  Amidft  a  thoufand  fnaresl  fland* 
CJpheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  5 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

h  Grace  will  cornpieat  what  grace  beg'ns,1 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins : 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Sternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

Y  2  PSALM 


3o8        P    S     A    L     M      CXXXIX. 

PSALM    CXXXIX. 

First   Part.   Lonp  Metre. 

<Ib:  all  feeing  GOD. 

r  ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  &  fecn  me  thro* 

Thine  eye  command!  with  piercing  vie* 

My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 

JMy  hea^t  and  flem,  with  all  their  pow'rs. 

2.  My  thought?,  before  they  a  e  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diftinctly  known  •, 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  thev  break. 

3.  Within  thy  c  r:ling  pow'r  I  ftand  ; 
On  evVy  fide  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  amfurrouaded  (till  with  God* 

4.  Amazing  knowledge,  vail  and  great  ! 
What  large  extent  i  what  lofty  height  ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  pow'rs  1  boalt, 
Is  in  the  bound  lefs  p  ofpe&.loft. 

5.  Omsy  thefe  thoughts -poffefs  my  breaft, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ! 
Nor  let  my  weaker  pafllons  clare 
C  jnfent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 

Pause    I. 

6.  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  ftiun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

7.  It  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight. 
Tis  there  thou  dwell'ft  cn*hron*d  in  light; 


PSALM     CXXXIX       309 

Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reigns, 

And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

g.  If,  mounted  on  a  morring  ray, 

I  fly  beyopd  the  weftern  Tea, 

Thy  fwifrer  hand  would  firft  arrive, 

And  there  arreft  thy  fugitive. 

o.  Or  (hould  I  try  to  (hua  thy  fight 

Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 

One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray 

Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

10.  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poffefs  my  breaft, 
Where'er  1  rove,  where'er  I  reft  1 

Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 

Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 

Pause     II, 

1 1.  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 
No  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearchingeyes  % 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Thro'  midnight  (hades  as  blazing  noonv 

12.  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee  •, 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

13.  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poffels  my  breait*\ 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ! 

Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  ther«. 

PSALM    CXXXIX. 
Second  Part.     LongJMetre. 

T be  wonderful  Formation  of  Man. 

'TWAS 


*"?       r    a     A     L     M      CXXXIX. 

5XWA.S  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  ICi  J| 
A  work  of  fuel,  a  curious  frame         * 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonder,  ft-nc 
And  each  proclaim  thy  fkill  divine 

&Jl      eyeS  d;d  a!1  my  limbs  fur'vev 
Wh,ch  yet  in  dark  confufion  lav         *' 

Vr ^°U.Har'ftIthe  daily  8rowth  *4  took, 
Porm'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book 

3-  By  thee  my  growing  part,  were'nam'd 

fThe  breathing  long,,  the  beating  heart) 
Wascopy'd  with  unerring  art 

rVi n,a'Vl0,'hew  m>  make<'*  name, 
God  ftamp'd  his  ,ma2e  on  my  frame; 

Ihefimfh'd  members  to  the  mind. 
5-  _fncre  the  young  fseds  of  thought  beean 
And  all  the  paffionsof  the  man  •  g    ' 

Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

<    t     j  ^        .   P  A  v  s  -*•■ 
€>.  .Lord.fince  in  my  advancing  ajic 
I  ve  afted  on  life*,  bufy  fta»e 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  tome  furmount 
The  p0w  , of  numbers  to  recount. 
7-  I  couliftrvey  the  ocean  o'er, 
And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  fere 
tabic  my  fwifttft  thoughts  could  trace     ° 
he  num  rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

r/Kh  thefe.Igive.my.  .^e*  to  reft.  And 


PSALM      CXXXIX:       311 

And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and  his  love  poffefs  my  mind. 
PSALM    CXXXIX. 

Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Sincerity  profejed,   and  Grace  tried  5  or,   the 

Hear  t-f ear  ching  GQD. 

MY  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel 
When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will? 
1  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2.  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  r* 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  them  enemies  to  me. 

3.  Lord  fearch  m^  foul,  try  ev'ry  thought; 
Tho*  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not 

Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 
I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4.  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  I 
Dj  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 

O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  ftray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfedt  way. 
PSALM    XXXIX* 
First  Part    Cmmon  Metre; 
GOD  is  every  whire. 

1.  YN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee; 
JL  In  vain  my  foul  would  try 

Tofhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2.  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 


My 


5!  2 


PSALM     CXXXIX, 


My  rifing  a~d  my  reft, 
M;  pubiic  walks',  mv  private  way- 

And  fecrjers  of  .my  bread. 
B    My  thoughts  he  open  to  the  Lorb. 

Before  they're  formed  within; 
And  ercjny  lips  pronounce  the  word, 

He  knows.the  fen'e  I  mean. 
4    O  *ondroui  knowledge,  deep  and  high! 

;Wnere  can  a  creafu  e  Jvde  ? 
Within  r#f  circling  arms  I  lie, 

B-fec  on  ev'r/  fide. 
5-  ^o  ice  thy  grace  furround  me  flil1, 

■  And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard. my  foul  from  ev'ry  iJJ 
Secur'd  by  fovVeign  J.ve. 
P   a    u   s   £. 

6.  JLord,  where  fha.4  guilty  fouls  retire, 
forgotten  and  unknown  ; 

In  hell  they  meet  rhy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heav'n  thy  g'oricus  ihrortc  ? 

7.  Should:!  fupprefs  my  vital  breath, 
lo  fcape  the  wrath  divine, 

Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  #f  death, 
And  msice  the  gfafe  refign. 

8.  If,  wing'd  with  beams  of .morning-ligbr, 
l$y  beyond  the  *di.  5    * 

Thy  hand  which  muft  fupportmy  flight, 

Would  fc on  betray  my  reft. 
)    fj -o'er  my /ins  1  think  to  draw 

I  OS  curtains  oi  ihenight^ 

Thole 


PSALM      CXXXIX.       313 

Thofe  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Wou'd  turn  the  (hades  to  light. 

10.   The  beams  of  noon,  the  m'doight  hour, 
Ate  both  alike  to  thee  : 

O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r, 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

P  S   A  L  M    CXXXIX. 
Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 
7 be  Wifdom  of  GOD  in  the  Formation  of  Man, 
^yyHEN  I  wich  pleating  wonder  Hand, 

And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord,  *tis  thy  work  •,  1  own  thy  hand 

Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 
2.  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  peffeft. 

Where  unborn  nature  grew ; 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trae'd, 

And  all  my  members  drew, 
j.  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  fur vej'd 

The  growth  of  ev'ry  part ; 
•Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  tho*t&  had  laid 

Was  copy 'd  by  thy  art, 

4.  Hcav'n,  earth,  and  Tea,  and  fire  and  wind. 
Shew  me  thy  wondrous  (kill ; 

But  I  review  myfelf  and  find 
Diviner  wonder  ihll. 

5,  Thr  awful  glories  round  me  (hine  ; 
My  flefh  proclaims  thy  praife  ; 

Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles  cf  grace* 

PSALM 


3i4         PSALM      CXLt. 

PSALM  CXXX1X.    14,  17.  18. 

Third  Part.  Com.non  Metre. 

Tb:  Mercies  of  GOD  innumerable. 

An  Evening  PfelnV 

LORD,  when  I  count  thy  m ere les  o'er, 
They  fink e  »pe  with  furprife  ; 
Not  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  fhore, 

To  equal  numbers  rife. 
2.  My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  Hands, 

The  produft  of  thy  fkill  ; 
And  hourly  bldfings  fiom  thy  hands, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  reve&i.- 
3    Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ; 

How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
Q  may  tfce  hour  that  ends  my  deep, 

Still  find  my  thoughts  with  the?. 

PSALM  CXLL  2—5.    Long  Metre. 

IVatcbfulmfs   and  Brotherly  R'proof. 
A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfaim. 
^[Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe  : 
And  let  my  nightly  wormip  rife, 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  faenfke. 
2.  Watch  o'er  my  lips  and  guard  them  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  ram  aod  heedlefs.  word  ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  paths  where  diners  lead. 

8-  ° 


PSALM     CXLII, 


3* 


g.  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  dray, 
Smite,  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way  / 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  fhe/i, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  head. 
4    When  I  behold  them  preft  with  grief, 
■1*11  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief  j 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove, 
How  much  1  prize  their  faithful  love* 
P  S  A  L  M    CXLII.    Common  Metre, 

GOD  is  (be  Hope  cftbcbetyefs.  r  ' 
x.  fipC*  GcA  I  made  my  forrows  known  j 

X     From  God  I  fought  relief; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

2.  My.  foul  was  overwhelmed  with  woes  ; 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 

My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
He  knows  the  way  I  take. 

3.  On  ev'ry  fide  I  caft  mine  eye. 
And  found  my  helpers  gone^ 

While  friends  and  ftrangcrs  pafi  me  by 
Neg'efted  or  unknown. 

4.  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 
And  call'd  thy  mercy  near; 

■"  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 
4<  Be  th»ou  my  refuge  here." 

5.  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 
Now  let  thine  ear  atdbd, 

And 


3i6         PSALM      CXLIII. 

And  nv.ke  mf  fees  who  vex  me  know 

I've  an  alm'ghcy  friend. 
6.  From  m    fad  prif)n  fet  me  free, 

Tien  ill ^ •  i  I  pra'fr  thy  name  ; 
A'-'d  holy  men  fha;lj.>in  with  me 

Tny-fcindnefs  te  proclaim. 

PSALM    CXL'II.    Long  Metre. 

Complaint  of  heavy  effliffions  in  mind  and  body* 

A/f  Y  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  G  >d  ! 
Hear  w:  e  i  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne  *, 

0  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

2.  Let  judgment  noc  againft  ma  pafs ; 
Behold  tfry  fervant  pleads  thy  grace  : 
Should  juflicecall  us  to  thy  bar, 

No  ma  i  alive  is  guiklefs  there. 

3.  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  nvgh-y  woes  that  burden  me  : 
Down  to  the  dult  my  life  is  brought. 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

4.  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen  ; 
My  hea^t  is  defolate  wiihin  : 

My  thoughts  in  mufiog  fiience  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5.  Thence  I  derive  a  glmpfe  of  hope, 
To  bear  my  fi,.kmg  fpir  ts  up  ; 

1  ftretch  my  ha^ds  to  God  again, 
And  third  like  parched  lands  for  la'n. 

6.  For 


PSALM      CXLIII.        31; 

6*.  For  thee  I  third,  I  pray,  I  mourfti 
When  will  thy  failing  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove  ; 
And  God  forever  hide  his  love  ? 

7.  My  God,  thy  lorgdelay  tofave, 
Will  fink  thy  primer  to  the  grave  ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  d  m  mine  eye  9 
Make  ha£e  to  help  before  I  die. 

8.  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftrefiing  pains,  ditirimrtg  fears  -9 

0  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voce. 
How  would  my  wejaVy'd  pcw'rs  r-vjo'ce. 

9.  In  thee  1  trull,  to  thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  my  heavy  foul  on  high  \ 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tireiome  hours  away. 

10.  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  (how 
Which  is  the  path  my  feet  mould  go  j 

If  fnares  and  foes' 'betet  the  road, 

1  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  Gm>: 
ri.  Teach  roe  to  do  thy  holy  wilt* 
Aid  lead  me  to  thy  heav'niy  hill  •, 
Let  the  good  Spirit  oHhy  love 
Conduct  me  10  shy  courts  above. 

12.  Then  mail  ray  ibo<  no  more  complain 
The  tempter  then  dial!  rage  in  ?ain  •, 
And  ftefii,  that  was  my  foe  before. 
Shall  n«ve<  ^ex  my  ipirit  more, 

FSAL 


3«S         P  -S    A     L    M    CXLm 

PSALM    CXLIV. 
_-  FlRST  Part.    Common  Metre, 
-^j/fcwr*  and  Via  or y  in  the  Spiritual  Warfare, 

u  |7OR  evcr  bIcffcd  bc  the  ****** 

X1    My  faviour  and  my  fhieJd  j 
He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 
2.  When  On  and  hcil  their  forec  unite, 

He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
Inftru&s  me  to  the  heav'nly  fight, 

And  guards  me  thro'  the  war,  ' 
f.  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine, 

Does  my  weak  courage  raiic  ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vift'ry  mine, 

And  his  (hall  be  the  praife. 

PSALM   CXLIV.    3.-6. 

Second  Part,     Common  Metre. 

t  be  Vanity  of  Man,  and  Condejcenfion  of  GOD, 

LORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ? 
Bis  ittc  a  fhadow,  light  and  vain, 

Stilt  biffing  to  the  dud. 
I.  O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 

Or  any  of  his  race, 
rhatGoD  mould  make  it  Ms  concern 

To  vifn  him  with  grace  ! 
.That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 

Who  (hakes  ihc  worh's  above, 
Lnd  mountains  trembfe  at  his  frows, 

How  wondrc  »i  is  his  love ! 

PSALM 


PSALM     CXLiV.        3I9 

PSALM    CXLIV.   12—15. 

First  Part.    Lorg  Metre* 

Grace  above  Riches  ;   or,   Tte  happy  Nation. 

h  fJAPPY  the  city,  where  their  fons, 

Like  pillars  round  a  palaee  fe% 
And  daughters,  bright  as  polifh'd  (tones, 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  ftate. 
2    Happy  the  country  where  the  (heep, 
Cattle  and  corn  have  large  increafe  5 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  deep, 
Nor  fens  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 
3.   Happy  the  nation  thusendpw'd, 
But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thole 
On  whom  the  all  furHcient  God 
HimfeJf  with  all  his  grace  beftcrws. 

PSALM    CXLIV. 

Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

"The  Greatnefs  of  GOD. 

]yjY  GOD   my  king,  thy  various  praife 

Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  : 
Tfey  .grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2.  The  wings  or  ev'ry  hour  (hu\  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  •, 
And  ev'ry  fetting  fua  fhaH  fee 

New  woiks  of  duty  dane  for  thee. 

3.  Thy  truth  andjufticeni  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows,  aa  endlefs  fereacu  s 

Thy 


3to        PSALM      CXLVc 

Thy  mercy  fwifr,  thine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  (lubborn  foe. 

4.  Thy  works  with  fovVeign  glory  mine? 
And  fpeak  thy  majcfty  divine  ; 

Let  Britain  n  und  her  mores  proclaim 
The  found  rnd  honor  of  thy  name. 

5.  Let  diftant'imes  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceflion  of  thy  praife : 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  labour  of  ther  tongue. 

6.  But  who  can  fpeak  thv  wondrous  deeds  f 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  j 
Vaft:  and  unfearchable  thy  ways, 

Vaft  and  immortal  be  thv  praife; 
1         PSALM     CXLV,   1— 7,   n—,3, 
Fm &T  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  Greatne/s  cf  GOD, 

r  *'  L0NG  as  [  ,ive  ni  W*&'thy  name. 
1  My  King,  my  Gob  of  love ; 

1  My  work  and  joy  mail  be  the  fame, 

]n  the  bright  world  above. 
S  2.  Great  is  the  Lord,  hispow'r  unknown, 
And  let  his  praife  be  great  : 
Til  Gng  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 
3.  Thy  grace  (hall  dwell  upon  my   tongue  t 

And  while  my  lips    rejoice, 
The  men  thai:  hear  my  facred  f  ng 

Shall  j;  in  ihtir  chearful  voice. 
4     Withers  to  fons  (hall  teach  thy   name, 
And  children  learn  thy  ways  *  Ages 


P    S    A    L    MCXLY  $tt 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  praife* 

5.  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 
Shall  thro9  the  world  be  known  ; 

Thine  arm  of  powV,  thy  heav'niy  ftates 
With  public  fplendor  mown. 

6.  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 
Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  <v 

And  thine  eternal  .kingdom  Hands* 
Tho'  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

PSALM  CXLV.  7,  &c.  Sec.  Part.  C.  Met, 
The  Gndmfs-ofGOD. 

SWEET  is  the  mern'ry  of  thy  graced 
My  God,  my  heav'nly  king  1 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  founds  of  glory  ling. 

2.  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 
His  goodnefs  to  the  Ikies  5 

Thro*  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  (bines. 
And  ev*ry  want  fupplies, 

3.  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
On  thee  for  daily  food, 

Thy  iib'rai  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  thair  mouths  with  goodc 

4.  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  1 
How  flaw  thine  anger  moves  ! 

But  form  he  lends  his  pard'ning  word3 
To  chcar  the  (puis  he  loves. 

5.  Creatures  witlj  all  their  endlefs  race, 

Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim  :  Bsfl 

Z 


in        PSALM      CXLV. 

But  faints  that  tafte  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM    CXLV.    14,  17,  &c. 
Thiid  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Mercy  to  Sufferers  \  or,  GOD  bearing  pfajer, 
IE  T  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodneis  fpeak, 

Thou  fov'rtig  .  Lord  of  a]l ; 
Thy  ftreng'hning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  rariethe  poor  that  fall. 

2.  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diftreft 

Beneath  iome  proud  eppreflbr's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourner  reft. 

3.  The  L  rd  fupports  our  tcttVmg  days3 
And  guides  cur  giddy  youth  : 

Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways 

And  all  his  words  are  truth. 
'4.  He  knows  the  pain  his  ftrvants  feel, 

He  hears  his  children  cry, 
'And  their  beft  wifhes  to  fulfil 

His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 
£.  H  s  mercy  never  mail  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fincere ; 
He  fives  the  foals  whofe  humble  love 

Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 
6.[His  ftubborn  fees  his  (word  (hall  flay, 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  •, 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  foallfay 

They  fougU  his  aid  in  vain.] 
7.  [My  lips  (hall  dwell  upon  his  pfaife, 

And  fprc*4  lis  fame  abroad;,  Let 


PSALM     CXLVI,         3*3 

Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honors  of  their  God.] 
PSALM    CXLVI.    Long  Metre. 
Praije  to  GOD  for  bis  Goodnejs  and  Truth. 

PRAISE  >c  the  Lord,  mi  heart  mall  join 
In  work  io  pleafanr,  fo  divine, 
Now  while  the  fte&  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcsnds  to  Gud.      ^ 
2    Praife  (rial  employ  my  nobled  pew  is, 
While  immortality- endures ; 
My  days  of  praife  (hafJ  ne'er  be  pail, 
Wnilc  life  and  thought  and  being  laft. 

3.  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  trull  ? 
Princes  mud  die  and  turn. to  duit  j  - 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow  r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

4.  Happy  the   man  whofe  hopes  rely 
Onlfi'tl's  God  ;  he  made  the  iky, 
And  earth,  and  fea,  and  all* their  tiain; 
And  none  (hall  find  his  promile  vain.v 

5.  His  truth  forever  (lands  fecure: 

He  faves  th'  oppteft,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 
He  fends  the  labVmg  confeience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ners  fweet  rekafe. 

6.  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  % 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  > 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs,      - 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

?.  He  loves  his  faints  he  knows  them  well  j 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  heH  j 


2H        PSALM      CXLVI. 

Thy  Goo\  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Praife  him  in  everlading  ftrains. 

PS  A  L  M  CXLVI.   As  the  1 1 3A  Pfilm. 

Prat  ft  to  GOD  for  bis  Goodnefs  and  Truth. 
T'LL  praife  my  maker  with  my  breath  ; 
X  And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Pra,fe  ft  all  employ  my  nobler  powVs  : 
My  days  of  praife  (hall  ne'er  be  paft, 
.While  Jife  and  thought  and  being  lad, 

Or  immortality  endures. 
« .  Why  ftould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  I 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  dull : 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flefh  and  blood  % 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'iv 
And  thoughts,  all  vanifli  in  an  hour  * 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good, 
3.  Happy  the  man  wJiofe  hopes  reiy 
On  Ifr'cl's  God  :  he  made  the  fky, 

.And  earth,  and  Tea,  with  all  their  train  5 
His  truth  forever  (lands  fecure  : 
He  faves  th*  opprcft  he  keds  the  poor  ; 
And  none  (hail  find  his  promife  vain. 
£  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
IheLordfupports  thefinkxg  mkd; 

He  fends  the  lab  ring  conference  peace  ; 
He  helps  the  Granger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  father  Jefs, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  fweet  releafe, 
5.  He  bves  his  lainrs,  he  knows  them  well  ; 
Kutturns the  wicked  down  to  hell. 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns;  Let 


PSALM     CXLVII.        325 

Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  a-e, 
In  this  exalted  work  eogage  ;  ^ 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrain?* 
6.  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  rne  breathy 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  (hall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  z 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  pad, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft* 

Or  immortality  endure. 
PSALM  CXLVII.  First  Part.  L.  Metre. 
fke  Divine  Nature,   Providence,  and  Grace  * 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  •,  'tis  good  to  raife 
Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 
2    The  Lord  builds  up  Jerusalem, 
And  gathers  naions  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  brcken  fpir it  whole. 

3.  He  form'd  the  (tars    chofe  heav'nly  flames  j 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names; 
His  wifdom's  vaft,  and  knows  no  bound, 

A  dc^p  where  all  cur  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4.  Great  is  our  Lard  and  great  his  might  :: 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  ; 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  ju^ 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dull. 
Pause. 

5.  S  ng  to  the  Lord  exalt  him  hig\ 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  all  round  the  fky  5! 
TI.C--V'   ha  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 

x^or  feu  the  ur-ps  d:(f*nd  in  vain,  6,  Hs. 

Z  1 


PSALM     CXLVII. 

Ck  He  makes  the  grafg  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn  ; 
The  beads  with  Food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7.  What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force  ? 
The  fprightly  mar),  the"  warlike  horfe  ? 
The  nimble  wit,  the  aftive  limb? 

AH  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8.  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight  : 
He  views  his  children  with  delight : 
He  fees  their  hope  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM  CXLVII.  Sec.  Part.  Long  Metre 

Summer  and  Winter. 

ASoogfor  Great- Britain. 

O  Britain,  praife  thy  mighty  Gcd, 
And  make  his  honor  known  abroad, 
He  bids  the  ocean  round  thee  flow  ; 
IS'ot  bars  of  brais  could  guard  thee  f  >. 

2.  Thy  children  arc  fecure  and  bled  ; 
Thy  mores  have  peace,  thy  cities  reft  ; 
He  feeds  thy  tons  with  fined  whear, 
And  acids  his  bldfcog  to  their  mear. 

3.  Thy  changing  ftafons  he  ordains, 
Thine  early  and  thy  latter  rains  ; 
His  Mikes  cf  fnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4.  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground, 
K'a  hail  defcends  with  clatt'ring  found  : 
Where  is  the  man  fo  vainly  bold, 

That  dares  defy  his  dreadful  cold  ?  H 


PSALM      CXXYII.    3*7 

5.  He  bids  the  fouthem  breezes  blow  ; 
The  ice  diflbWes,  the  waters  flow  : 
But  he  hath  n'obler  works  and  ways 
To  call  the  Britons  to  his  praife. 

6.  To  all  the  ifle  his  laws  are  ftiown  ; 
His  gofpel  through  the  nation  known  s 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal*d  his  word 
To  ev'ry  land  :  Praifr  ye  the  Lord. 
PSALM  CXLVIL  7,  &e.  Common  Metre, 

Xbe  Seajcns  of  the- Tea** 
^XriTH  fongs  and  honors  founding  load 
V         Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  -, 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 

2.  He  fends  his  fhow'r s  of  biefHngs  down, 
To  chear  the  plains  below  : 

He  makes  the  grafs  the  Hiountaias  crown, 
And  corn  irr^alies  grow. 

3.  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  bis  meat ; 
He  hears  the  ravens  cry  : 

But  man,  who  uftes  his  fined  wheat, 

Should  raife  his  honors  high. 
4    His  fteady  counfels  change  the  faee 

Of  the  declining  year  -, 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  fhort  his  race, 

And  wintry  days  appear. 

5.  His  hoary  frcft,  his  fleecy  (now, 
Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  i 

The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6.  When  from  his  dreadful  (tores  en  high, 
He  pours  the  ratling  hail, ,  Th« 


r-S      PSALM      CXLVIII. 

The  wretch  tliac  daes  his  God  defy 

Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 
7.  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow  ; 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn : 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 

And  bids  the  fprirg  return. 
S.  The  changing  wind,  the  fljing  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud 

Praife  ye  the  fcvVeign    Lor  £ 

P  S  r\  L  M    CXLVIII    Proper  Mere. 
Praife  to  GOD  from   all  Creatures. 

1.  \7^E  tribes  of  Adam  join 

X     With  hcav'n  and  earth  and  ftas, 
And  effer  n^.tes  divire 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 

Ye  hofy  tbrcjpg 

Of  Angels  bnghr, 

J  n  worlds  of  light 

Begin  the  feng. 

2.  Thou  fun  wkh  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare, 

Ye  Hoods  on  high, 

And  clouds  that  fly 

In  empty  air. 
5.  The  mining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  (hnd, 
Or  i n  f >v  i f j  tour fes  rrj 0  v  2 
By  his  fupriasc  command.  He 


F    S    A    L    M     CXLVIII.        329 

He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came. 
To  praife  the  Lord. 
4.  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
In  unknown  ages  paft, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils 
.While  time  and  nature  laft. 
In  diff'rcnt  ways 
His  works  proclaim 
His  wondroas  «ame, 
And  fpeak  his  praife, 

P  a  v  s  «; 
|i  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  afh  that  cleave  the  feas, 
Or  in  their  bofomfleep, 
From  fea  and  fhdre 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  (till  difpla7 
Their  Maker's  powV* 
6.  Ye  vapours,  hail  and  fnow; 
Praife  ye  th'  almighty  Lord,      • 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow, 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  (hine, 
'  Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine, 
7*  Ye  mountains  near  the  (kk*i 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 
Aad  trees  of  humbler  fee  That 


33@         PSALM     CXLVIII. 

That  Fruit  in  plenty  bear  j 
B  ads  wild  a-nd  tame, 
Birds,  flies  and  worms, 
In  various  forms 
Exalt  his  name. 
S.  Ye  kings  and  judges  fear 
The  Lord,  the  lov'reign  king  ; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  hcav'nly  honors  fing. 
Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  pow'r  and  (late, 
Make  you  forget 
His  pow'r  fupreme* 
9.  Virgios  and  yoa'h  engage 
To  found  his  praife  divine. 
While  Infancy  and  age 
Their  feebler  voices  j  om» 
Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
By  ev'ry  tongue 
In  endlefe  ftraias. 
io.  Let  all  th«  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above  \ 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  mskes  them  tafte  his  love. 
While  earh  and  fky 
Attempt  his  puife, 
His  faints  ffcail  raife 
His  honors  high. 
PSALM  CXLVIU.  Paraphrafed  in  Lo&g  Met, 
Univtrfal  Praife  to  GOB. 

LOUE 


PSALM      CXLVIII.         33* 

LOUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 
Fioin   diftant    wovlds    wkere  creature* 
t  heav'n  begin  the  folernn  word        (dwell 
An  i  feqnd  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 
Note,  7&j  Fya'tf*  «8^y  $*/*»£  ^  *&  7«»*  eft  be 
M  mtb  cr  ia.7>*  P/a>m   if  ttefe  tws  Lines 
be  added  to  evsry  Sfanzi,  namely, 
Each  of  his  wprks  his  name  dtfplays, 
But  thev  can  ne'er  fulfil  his  praife. 
Olberwife  it  mufi  be  Jung  to  tbe  ufutlttnus  of 
tie  Long  Mare. 

2.  The  Lo-d  !  how  abioiute  he  re:gns  ! 
Let  er'ry  angel  bend  the  knee, 

Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nl)  (tains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3.  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  fh"ning  bl  is  : 
Fly  thro'  the  woHd,  Ofua.  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  cotn-pa.'d  to  his* 

4.  Awake,  ye  tenapefts,  and  h;s  fame 
In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  decia  c  ; 
And  the  fweet  wifper  of  his  name 
Fill  fv'ry  gentler  breaze  of  air, 

5.  Let  clouds,  and  winds  and  waves  agree* 
To  join  their  praife  with  blaiz  n^  firs  : 
Let  the  firm  earth,  and  rollirg  lea, 

In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 
6^Yefiow*ry  plains,  proclaim  his&ili  % 
Vallies  lie  low  before  his  eye  ; 
And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill, 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  iky; 

7.  Ye 


33*       PSALM      CXLVIII, 

7.  Yeftubborn  oaks  and  (lately  pines, 
Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore  ; 
Prate  h  m,  ye  oeafts,  in  different  drains  ; 
The  Jamb  mu't  blear,  the  lion  roar. 
8    Bi;ds  ye  muft  make  his  praife  your  theme, 
Nature  demands  a  fong  from  you  ; 
While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cut  the  ftream 
Leap  up  and  mean  his  praiies  too. 

9.  Mortals,  can  ycu  refrain  y  >ur  tongue, 
When  nature  allaound  ycu  fings  ?    ° 

O  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young,' 
From  hurmie  fwains  and  1  fty  kings  ! 

10.  W.de  as  his  vart  dominion  lies 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife/ 

!  And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 
III.  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 

O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ! 

But  faints  who  bell  have  known  the  Lord, 
I  Are  bound  to  ra;fe  the  nobfeft  fong. 
i  "    SPcak  of  tn«  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  evfry  chord  : 

From  ail  below,  and  all  above, 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  » 

PSALM    CXLVIII.  Short  Metre. 
Univerfal  Praife. 

LETev'ry  Cieaure  join 
To  praife  th'  eternal  God; 
Yc  neav'niy  hods  the  fong  begin, 

A-d  found  his  name  abroad. 
li  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 

And  moog^iilipaler  rays,  Yc 


PSALM     CXLVIII.      333 

Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3.  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 
And  fix'd  their  wond'r«us  frame  ; 

By  his  command  they  Hand  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4.  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rifc, 
Or  fall  in  fhow'rs  cr  fnow, 

Ye  thunders  murm'ring  round  the  ikies, 
His  powY and  glory  (how. 

5.  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 
Agree  to  pra;ie  the  Lord, 

When  ye  in  dreadful  (tonus  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6.  By  ail  his   wuiks  above 
His  honors  be,  expreft  \ 

But  faints  that  tafte  his  laving  Icre, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

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7.  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 
They  owe  their   Maker  praife; 

Praife  him  ye  vyai'ry  worlds  below. 
And  monfters  of  thefeas. 

8.  From  mountains  near  the  iky    . 
Let  his  high  praife  refound, 

From  humble  fhrubs  2nd  cedars  high, 

And  vates  and  fields  around. 
9*  Ye  lions  of  the  *vopd, 

And  tamer  beafts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 

And  he  expe&s  your  pravfe. 

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334       P    S     A  ^L     M      CXLIX. 

10.  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bear  $ 
Or  fit  on  flowry  boughs  and  fmg 

Your  Maker's  glory  there. 
Hi  Ye  creeping  ants  and  worms, 

His  various  wildom  (how, 
And  flies  in  all  your  mining  fwarms* 

Praife  him  that  drefs'd  you  fo. 

12.  By  all  the  earth-born  race 
His  honors  be  expreft, 

But  faints  that  know  his  heav'nly  grace, 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  belt. 
Pause     II. 

13.  Monarchs  of  wide  command* 
Praife  ye  th5  eternal  King  ; 

Judges  adore  that  fov'reign  band 
Whence  all  your  honors  fpring, 

14.  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 
To  found  his  praifes  high  •, 

While  growing  babes  and  with'ring  age, 

Their  feebler  voices  try. 
15:  United  Zeal  be  fh»wn 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife  ; 
God  is  the  Lord  5  his  name  alone 

Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 
16.  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  aVl  pronounce  him  bleft  ; 
But  faints  that  dwell  fo  near  hit  heart, 

Should  fini;  his  praifes  beft. 
i  PSALM  CXLIX.  Common  Metre. 
Praife   GOD   all  bis   Saints  ;    or,  ? b*  faints 
iudging  tbt  World* 


PSALM     CXLIX.        3# 

ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  repice, 
Aid  let  your  fangs  be  new  ; 
Ainidft  the  church,  with  cnearfui  voice 
His  later  wonders  mew. 

2.  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  graces 
Shall  their  Redeemer  fif*g  : 

Aid  Gentile  nations  jsm  the  praife, 
White  Z-on  owns  her  King. 

3.  The  Lord  takes   piealure  iq  the  juft> 
Whom  fundrs.  treat  with  fcom  : 

The  rfi£ek  that  lie  defpis'd  ia  duft, 
Sa  vidian  (hall  adorn. 

4.  .Saints  ihould  be  joyful  in  their  King, 
E*'n  on  a  dying  bed  : 

And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fiag  j 
For  God  fhali  raife  the  detd.  ! 

5.  Thea  his  high  praife  (hall  fill  their  tongttev 
Their  hands  (hall  weild  the  fword  : 

And  vengeance  IhalJ  attend  their  fongj, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6.  When  Chfift  the  judgement- feat  afcends, 
And  bids^he  world  appear,  -*• 

Thrones  are  preparMfor  all  his  friends, 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7.  Then  (hall  they  rule  with  iron  rod 
Natioas  chat  dar'd  rebel  : 

And  join  the  fenteoce  of  theirGoD 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 

8.  The  royal  finners  bound  in  chaiaSi 
New  triumphs  (hall  afford  ; 

Such  honor  for  the  faints  remains : 

Praife  ye  aad  love  the  Lord>  PSALM 


•?S6  PSALM    CL. 

pSALM    CU  i,e,  Summon  Metr* 

A  SpKg  of  Praifi. 
IN  God's  owns  houfe  pronounce  his  praife 
•r  ?"  ?race  he  there  r«vea!s >  P  *  *' 

.,   77^ '"S  glory  d*ellSi 

Wh  it    J'0Ur  [aCre,d  PaffiMS  m^e» 
But  the  great  work  effacing  l8ve 

t  roclaim  your  Maker  bieft  ; 

m /".T  ,*oice  exP'res  •»  death, 
My  foul  mail  praife  £itn  beft>  ain' 

Tie  Christian    DOXOLOGY, 
Long  Metre. 

r°AG°»  t!»e  F«her,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praife,  and  g!ory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common   Metre. 
J^ET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son 

.And  Spirit  be  adir'd, 
•Vhere  there  are  works  to  make  him  known 
Or  famts  that  love  the  Lord, 

Com  man 


*D  0  X  0  L  0  G  I  E  S.  337 

Common  Metre.    Where  the  tune  includes  tw* 

Stanzas, 
'i.THE  God  of  mercy  be  adcr'd, 

^  Wha  calls  our  fouls  from  death  5 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 

And   new  cheating  breath. 
2.  To  praifethe  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  one  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  faints  and  angeis  join> 
Short  Metre. 

YE  a^els  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  .dwell  below, 
Worftiip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As   the  1 13th  Psalm, 
OW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father  Son,  and  Spirit,   be 
Eternal  praife  aijd   glory  giv'n, 
Thro'  all  the  works  where  God. is   known, 
By  all  the  angels  n/ear  the  throne, 

Arid  ail  The  faint?    ^  earth  and  heav'fl., 

As   the    148 'h  Psalm. 
THO   God    the  fathers    thr«3© 

Pe/rperoal   honors  raife  \ 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  Go®  the  Spirit  praife  5 
WVi'hj  all  our  pow'fs, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  nam-3  we    6n$r, 
While  faith    adorer: 
A  2  3 


A  TABLE  to  fi.idlout  a*?  pSALM  0r  ?art 
of  ft  Psalm,  by  the  Brft  Line  of  it- 

^LLTeihitijve  the  Lord    Rej  ,1c:,  page 

*  *   Almighty  ra'ec  of  the  flc'tf  ^ 

Amidft  thy  wrrh  reariemSer  fore 

Arnno*  ths  atTeiMiei  of  the    rrat 

A«»ong  the  prfccej  earthly  ceis* 

£rd  viil  the  God  of  grace    ' 

A- call  the  foei  of  Sna  foaJj 

Ae  fiaoen  bow  fo  feafe'efi  ^rown 

Afife,  ray  gracious  God 

Awake,  ye  faioti,  to  praife  yoor  Kin* 

B 

BEHOLD  the  lofty  Jky 

Behold  che  love,  the  gcoeroui  lo?c  Zt 

Behold  the  moroiog  fua 

Beho'd  the  fare  foaodatiaa  ftone  2^7 

Behold  thy  waiting  ferjaat,  Lord  2lo 

Blefs,  O  1117  fool,  the  lifiag  God  22a 

Bltfl  are  the  fam  of  peace  2Q7 

Bed  are  the  fools  that  hear  and  kaow  x%7 

Bled  are  the  *ndc$l'd  to  heart  l6l 

fc'eS  ta  the  man,  forever  Weft  fo 

Bled  is  the  mm  whofe  boweli  mote  « 1 

BVt  is  the  man  who  &uqj  the  p!a:c  2 

B!efl  it  the  nation  where  the  Lord  *\ 

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Coise,  childrei,  learn  to  fear  the  Lo:4  77 

Cj^e,  let  our  sake*  join  to  raife  2q6 

Come  foan^  his  paife  abroad  2Q- 

,    CUa'u Ux  all  my  forrowj,  Lo  d,  27- 

D\VI1  rrjoic'J  in  God  hit  ftrength  5o 

I  Deep  ia  our  hearts  let  as  record  l4g 

E 
S4RLV  roy  Go:!  without  dcUy  no 

E*4kth*LorJ  our  God  212 

F 
iiR  as  thy  nttrje  Is  know*  105 


A    T  A  B  LE. 

Father,  !  Vcfi  thy  gentle  hand  277 

Fathe.*,  I  Gag  thy  woadraos  grace  u8 

Firm  aai  uanot'ed  arc  they  sS6 

Firm  wai  my  health,  my  days  were  bright  6> 

F«ols  ia  their  hearts  believe  and  uy  2? 

For  erer  bicfled  be  the  Lord  318 

For  crer  (ha'l  my  foag  record  l3j 

Framage  to  age  exalt  his  name  235 

Fram  all  that  dwell  below  the  flcict  255 

From  deep  dilhefc  and  troubled  though*  29  £ 

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GIVS  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above 
Gire  thanki  to  God,  invoke  his  name 
give  thanks  to  God  matt  high 
Gire  thanks  to  God  the  fo? ere'gn  Lord 
Give  to  oar  Gad  immortal  prtife 

Guc  to  the  Lord  ye  Tons  of  fan: 

God  in  his  earthly  teaple  lays 

God  is  the  refuge  or  his  fajafi 

God  m/  fopporter  and  ray  feope 

God  or  eternal  Io?e 

God  of  ray  childhood  and  my  youth 

Gad  of  my  life  lo'A  gently  down 

Gvi  of  my  mercy  and  my  pfaife 

Good  is  t'12  Lard  the  faeavWy  King 

Great  Goi  attend  while  Sioa  (lags 

Great  Goi,  how  oft  did  tfrael  pro*e 

Great  Goi,  iodaige  my  humVe  c'aira 

Great  Go),  the  heai'ca  well  orier'd  fra»e 

Great  God,  whofe  anuerfal  fsrj; 

Great  's  the  Lord  edited   hi^h 

Great  is  the  Lord  ;  hi*  wat,ks  of  might 

Great  is  the  Lard  out  God 

Great  {hrpard  of  thine  ifratl 

H 

HAD  oat  the  Lo-d,  may  ifrae!  fay 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord 

Kappy  the  city  wh:re  lh-ir  fon? 

Ti»ppy  the  man  to  whom  his  Gad 

Jiappy  &e  sua  whafe  eaatiw  ktX 


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Heir  me,  0  God,  oor  hide  thy  face 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  riSoo  faid  V 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  4  I 

He  reigns  ;  the  Urd,  the  Saviour  rcieni  .n« 

He  that  hath  cade  his  refuge  God 

Hifth  in  the  hea*'ni,  eternal  God-  S 

Haw  awful  is  thy  cbaft'oing  rod  J? 

How  did  my  hesn  rejoice  <o  heir  ^o 

How  faft  their  guilt  aod  forrowt  rife  *'  \ 

m  How  Jon*,  O  Lord,  frail  I    complain  11 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  .        ,g 

How  plcaftot,  bow  ditioely  f»ir 

How  plea fant 'tis  lo  lee  l7? 

How  pjeas'd  aod  bioft  was  I 

How  (hall  the  youog  four*  ,hc,>  hcaria  \6\ 
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JEHOVAH  rtfigot,  he  dwefl*  w  light 

Jefus,  our  Lord,  afcecd  ihy  ihrone 

Jefus  flialJ  reign  where'er  ffce  fUQ 

If  Gad  fuccced  oot,  ail  the  ceil  2^9 

If  Gad  to  build  the  haufe  deov  *ga 

I  lift  my  Too'  to  God                '  ? 

Ill  Weft  the  Lo:d  from  day  to  day  *  <$ 
I'O- praifs  my  Maker  with  try  breatb 
I'iJTpeak  the  honors  of  my  k»r2 
Hote  the  Lord,  he  hesrd  my  cries 

la  all  »v  ?aft  concerns  witn  thee  si  j 

Id  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  r.ot  14 

la  God's  o*n  houfe  pronounce  his  praife.  3.36 

In  Judsh  Gad  of  o!d  was  known  \fo 

IototVy   h*»d,    OGodoftru.h  66 

Joy  to  the  word  ;  the  Lord  i5  come  212 

I  fet  *hc  Lard  before  my  face  ^5 

U  there  ambition  in  my  heart  2o4 

It  is  the  Lord  eur  Satioar  s  hand  2Io 

Ju'igt  me  O'Lord.  antfpror-  my  ways  61 

Judges  wha  ru'c  rhc  world  by  laws    '  12; 

Joft  are  thy  -ay?,  and  true  thy  word  40 

'•%  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  9  c 

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LET  ill  the  earth  their  voices  raife  208 

Let  all  the  Heathen  writers  joia  26j 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  dccdi  167 

Let  trery  creature  join  5j2 

Let  every  tango e  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  s  1 2 

Let  God  arife  in  all  his  might  1 42 

Let  fnoeri  ttke  their  coarfe  J22 

Let  Sion  in  her  King  rejoiee  I02 

Let  Sion  and  her  Tons  rejaice  «jg 

Loogai  I  live  I'll  biefii  thy  name  220 

Lord,  baft  thee  «a^  the  nation  off  l2y 

Lord,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thoo  will  prove  -7 

Lord,  I  am  fi'e,  concsiv'd  is  (in  lx$ 

Lord,  I  can  foffer  thy  rebukes  j  * 

Lord,  I  eftce«  thy  judgements  right  tQ$ 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  fumy  oar  fculti  l9« 

Lord,  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear  2- 

Lord,  I  hare  siade  tky  word  my  choice  26S 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  fti lit  hear  ,3 

Lord,  I  wilt  blefs  thee  all  my  days  74 

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O  God  to  whom  revenge  aelongs  202 

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O  hew  I  lore  thy  holy  law  265 

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O  Lord  our  heat'oiy  king  17 

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Ye  fons  of  men  a  feeb'e  race  19'/ 

Ye  font  of  pride  that  hate  the  juft  107- 

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